ft and melodious, now rose above the whistle of the
engine just as it reached the high bridge over the stream. Jeb's small
head was completely hidden by the unexpected protection thrust upon him,
but Eleanor had no idea of thus missing the pleasure of watching Jeb's
face when the train should cross the bridge.

"Look--look, Jeb and Sary! We're riding over the water!" she cried.

Thus induced, Sary left Jeb's head to its fate and quickly sought the
cause of Eleanor's excitement. The amazing experience of being on a
vehicle that glided directly over a rushing stream of water while there
was no apparent land to uphold the vehicle, held Sary and Jeb
spell-bound.

When the train reached land, once more, and was steaming along its way,
Sary sighed audibly and whispered to Jeb: "Did you-all ever know sech
doin's went on when one traveled?"

But Jeb was too surprised to make a sound. He sat and stared from the
small window of the car without even having heard his fiancee's words.

The conductor had passed through the car many times since the Brewster
family boarded the train, and when the last local station had been left
behind and he had punched all the tickets of the passengers on that
trip, he entered the car and sat upon the arm of the seat just opposite
Sam Brewster, in order to converse with the man every one about Oak
Creek knew so well.

Having no stops to make for a long stretch, and the track running on a
level line for many miles, the engineer increased the speed of his
engine with corresponding results in Sary's anxiety. She stepped over
Jeb's obstructing feet and made madly for the conductor, taking that
worthy man quite by surprise.

"See here, Mr. Boss, Ah ain't going to pay fer no ticket to ride on a
runaway injun! It's your job to get up front and see what's ailin' this
car. Ef it's locooed you'd better cut loose from th' injun--come along!"

And before the amazed conductor or Mr. Brewster could resist or
explain, Sary had the man by the shoulder and was actually lifting him
along the aisle towards the door.

"Hi, there, Sary! Stop that!" shouted Sam Brewster, jumping up and
trying to rescue the poor victim from Sary's mighty hold.

"Ain't it so, Mister Brewster? We-all paid good money fer this joy-ride,
an' we-all ain't got nothin' from it but jumpin' nerves, so far!"

Every one but the poor conductor laughed heartily at Sary's complaint.
But Mr. Brewster persuaded Sary to loose her prisoner and le