There was a narrow, sliding door, four feet from the floor of the car, and, in some way or other, old Ned pushed this door open, crawled through it, and tumbled out on the ground.

When I was coming from school, I saw him walking along the track.

He hadn't hurt himself, except for a few cuts.

He was glad to see me, and followed me home.

He must have gotten off the train when it was going full speed, for he hadn't been seen at any of the stations, and the trainmen were astonished to find the doors locked and the car empty, when they got to Hoytville.