"In you go!" He and Phil forced the money-lender's son toward one of the open cars.
Still protesting, Nat was shoved up and through one of the open doors.
The door on the other side was closed.

He ran to it, but found it locked from the outside.
"Hi, you let me off!" he cried, as the train gave a jerk and commenced to move.
"Don't jump, you might hurt yourself!" cried Dave, and shoved the door shut.
"Hope you have a pleasant journey!" called out Phil, merrily.
"And a nice walk back!" added Dave.
The freight train quickly gathered headway.

Dave and Phil ran down by the side of the tracks.

They saw Nat shove back the door about a foot and peer out.

He did not dare to jump, and, seeing them, shook his fist wildly.
"He's off!" cried the shipowner's son, and then commenced to laugh.
"Dave, that was just all right! He's booked for quite a journey." "Twelve miles, or more, and he'll either have to wait for a train, and pay his fare back, or walk." "Exactly.