Suddenly a lantern gleamed, then a second and a third, and a dark, bearded face--a fierce and piratical-looking face--began running along outside the door.

The last box and the last bag went off, and with a sudden movement the train-man hauled David to the door.
"Jump!" he cried.
The face and the lantern had fallen behind, and it was as black as an abyss outside.

With a mute prayer David launched himself much as he had seen the bags and boxes sent out.

He fell with a thud in a soft blanket of snow.

He looked up in time to see the Little Missioner flying out like a curious gargoyle through the door; the baggage-man's lantern waved, the engineer's whistle gave a responding screech, and the train whirred past.