was enough, with Samuel; and he made up his mind that when he reached
the city the first thing he would do would be to visit the office of
the railroad, and explain what he had done, and pay his fare.

Perhaps an hour later the train came to a stop, and he heard some one
walking by the track. He hid in a corner, ashamed of being there. Some
one stopped before the car, and the door was rolled shut. Then the
footsteps went on. There came clankings and jarrings, as of cars being
shifted, and then these ceased and silence fell.

Samuel waited for perhaps an hour. Then, becoming restless, he got up
and tried the door. It was fast.

The boy was startled and rather dazed. He sat down to think it out. "I
suppose I'm locked in till we reach New York," he reflected. But then,
why didn't they go?

"Perhaps we're on a siding, waiting for the passenger train to pass,"
was his next thought; and he realized regretfully that he would have
been on that train. But then, as hour after hour passed, and they did
not go on, a terrible possibility dawned upon him. He was left behind-
-on a siding.

Two or three trains went by, and each time he waited anxiously. But
they did not stop. Silence came again, and he sat in the darkness and
waited and wondered and feared.

He had no means of telling the time; and doubtless an hour seemed an
age in such a plight. He would get up and pace back and forth, like a
caged animal; and then he would lie down by the door, straining his