"It will be ready soon,
and keep you from getting cold."
The man--he was young and good-looking--smiled, showing his even,
white teeth.
"You seemed prepared for emergencies," he said to Betty. "Are you
professional travelers?"
"Just on a walking tour. We're from Deepdale. We're going home to-morrow,
after stopping over night in Judgeville. We were just going to get our
noon-day lunch when we saw you jump."
"Indeed," remarked the young man, who was now wringing out his vest.
"From Deepdale; eh? I've been through there on the train. This line runs
there; doesn't it?" and he motioned to the one he had so hastily left.
"Yes," answered Betty. "But we never walk the track--though we did once
for a short distance."
"And we found a broken rail, and told a flagman and he said the train
might have been wrecked," remarked Amy.
It was the first she had spoken in some time. The young man looked at her
sharply--rather too long a look, Betty thought; but there was nothing
impertinent in it.
"Railroads--or, rather, this one--have been the cause of two unpleasant
experiences to me," the young man went on. "I was nearly injured just
now, and not long ago I lost quite a sum of money on this line.
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