out of a cellar was sometimes a work quite different from getting into it.
"We can't do it!" Philip gasped out in consternation, with a vain attempt to draw up Gerald after him with one disengaged hand. Down they came on the sand together. The whistle uttered its warning again. They heard distant shouts as of belated passengers. They called for help, but the restaurant people were in front of their establishment. After a moment more the hum of the departing train greeted their ears.
"O, Gerald. Gerald, here's a ladder, all the time!" called Philip, pulling it down from its hook, over their heads in the deep shadow.
To dash back to the long piazza and so around to the front of the house was a half moment's flight. But they gained the place which they had quitted to gaze open-mouthed on an empty track and at puffs of smoke beyond the cut. That train was gone indeed, Mr. Hilliard aboard of it.
Two very comfortable-looking and composed people, that could only be Mr. and Mrs. Lafayette Fox, were standing in sight. The stout
