r trouble along the track;
believing, however, that Carlos had played an ugly trick on him. It
would have gone hard with Olive if she had been discovered at this time.

The train went tardily on. Olive could hear the men moving on the top of
the coach over her head. Once or twice a dirty-faced trainman stuck his
head in the open door of the freight car, but he saw nothing of the
frightened girl huddled between the boxes. Olive of course had no
knowledge of where she was going. Her plan was to crawl out of the car
as soon as it stopped at a town and then try to find some one to help
her.

But the car did not stop and Olive finally fell asleep.

CHAPTER XXII.

A VOICE IN THE NIGHT.

A ROUGH voice aroused Olive. She sprang up in terror and stood pressed
close against the piled up freight in the car. It was an odd-looking
figure she made, as though she had stepped out of a world several
hundred years younger than the present one. The coarse man who watched
her dimly felt it.

The girl's shoes were ragged and hardly covered her slender feet, her
skirt was torn and old. Over her shoulders hung a strange fur garment,
shapeless, save that a hole had been cut in the center for her head. Her
beautiful black hair was braided and one long plait hung over each
shoulder; her head was uncovered and her delicate face, with its pointed
chin, was deathly pale. She was trembling. Dark shadows encircled her
great black eyes and there was a look not of defiance but of pleading in
them.

So picturesque a passenger had never before stolen a ride on a modern
freight train. She belonged to the days of the pioneer settlers in the
new land of America.

"How did you come here?" the man demanded gruffly.

Olive's voice shook. She had thought it would be easy to tell her story,
if she could only get away from the Indians, but this fierce man
frightened her more than any one of them could have done. What must she
say? Where could she begin with the tale of her misfortunes.

"I stole in, when the train stopped a while ago, I don't just know
when," Olive answered vaguely. She could not tell how long she had been
asleep.

"Then you'll git out the next time it stops, young Missie," the trainman
announced harshly. "I'd put you off right now, but we are already behind
time, because of a rascally Indian boy a piece up the road. Better stay
hid and not let our engineer catch sight of you, or he'd make it good
and hot for you. Maybe he