Two coaches beyond the platform a worried porter descended and placed the box-step for landing passengers, and waited.

From that particular coach began presently to emerge a fluttering, exclaiming stream of humanity--at first mostly feminine.
They hovered there upon the cindery path and lifted their faces to watch for others yet to come, and the babble of their voices could be, heard above the engine sounds.
The Happy Family looked dumbly at one another and drew back closer to the depot wall.
"Aw, I knowed there was some ketch to it!" blurted Happy Jack with dismal satisfaction.

"That there ain't no colony--It's nothin' but a bunch of schoolma'ams!" "That lady ridin' point is the lady herself," Andy murmured, edging behind Weary and Pink as the flutter came closer.

"That's Florence Grace Hallman, boys." "Well, by golly, git out and speak your little piece, then!" muttered Slim, and gave Andy an unexpected push that sent him staggering out into the open just as the leaders were coming up.
"Why, how de do, Mr.Green!" cried the blonde leader of the flock.

"This is an unexpected pleasure, I'm sure." "Yes ma'am, it is," Andy assented mildly, with an eye cocked sidewise in search of the guilty man.
The blonde leader paused, her flock coming to a fluttering, staring stand behind her.