He leaped up and began to pound. Then he realized that he must control
himself--he must save his strength until the train had stopped. But
suppose it went on without delay? He began to pound again and to shout
like a madman.
The train stopped and there was silence; then came sounds of cars
being coupled--and meantime Samuel was kicking and beating upon the
wall. He was almost exhausted and in despair--when suddenly from
outside came a muffled call--"Hello!"
For a moment he could not speak. Then "Help! Help!" he shrieked.
"What's the matter?" asked the voice.
"I'm locked in," he called. .
"How'd you get in?"
"They locked me in by accident. I'm nearly dead."
"Who are you?"
"I was riding in the car."
"A tramp, hey? Serves ye right! Better stay there!"
"No! No!" screamed the boy, in terror. "I'm starving--I've been here
for days. For heaven's sake let me out--I'll never do it again."
"If I let you out," said the voice, "it's my business to arrest you."
"All right," cried Samuel. "Anything--but don't leave me here."
There was a moment's silence. "Have you got any money?" asked the
voice.
"Yes. Yes--I've got money."
"Don't yell so loud. How much?"
"Why--what?"
"How much?"
"I've got eighty dollars."
"All right. Give it to me and I'll let you out."
Frantic as he was, this staggered Samuel. "I can't give you all my
money," he cried.
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