"We're certainly going some," called Adrian. "Hang on!"
And hang on they did until they dashed past the little station of
Pitahaya and after several minutes began to slow down.
"This is a little better," Adrian finally remarked as the car
showed some sign of coming to a stop.
"Yes, indeed," from Billie. "I suppose we'll come to a dead stop
soon. Do you think she'll start back on her own hook, or shall we
have to start her?"
"We'll soon see," and see they did, for a couple of minutes later
the car came to a stop.
For some minutes the five occupants of the car waited to see if
it would start back down the grade. When it did not they got off
to decide what could be done.
"It's a mighty steep hill," Billie ventured. "Looks as though the
five of us ought to start it. Let's try."
The five put their shoulders against the car and pushed with all
their might, but it refused to budge.
"If we only had a crowbar," said Adrian, "we could start it in a
jiffy. Suppose some of you look in the car. There might be one
there."
The three Mexicans jumped to obey.
Directly they appeared in the doorway with a large claw-bar in
their hands.
"Will this do?" asked one.
"Sure! Throw it off," said Billie, "and I'll soon start the old
caboose.
Pages:
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28