"Guess he'll have to take his chance with the rest of us," said the man.

"Oh! You don't mean we're all in danger of starvation?" gasped Bess, upon
whose mind this possibility had not dawned before.

"Well--" said the man, and then stopped.

"They'll come and dig us out, won't they?" demanded Bess.

"Oh, yes."

"Then we won't starve," she said, with satisfaction.

But Nan did not comment upon this at all. She only said, with confidence:

"Of course you can let this poor doggy out of the cage and we will be
good to him."

"Well, Miss, that altogether depends upon the conductor, you know. It's
against the rules for a dog to be taken into a passenger coach."

"I do think," cried Bess, "that this is the very meanest railroad
that ever was. I am sure that Linda Riggs' father owns it. To keep a
poor, dear, little dog like that, freezing and starving, in an old
baggage car."

"Do you know President Riggs, Miss?" interrupted the baggage-man.

"Why--" began Bess, but her chum interposed before she could go further.