"Well, I have some crackers and cookie in my bag," replied Mrs.
Bobbsey. "You can eat those on the way. Nan, go tell Dinah that
we're going to take a trolley. We can each carry something."

"I'll carry Snoop," exclaimed Freddie. He hurried down the aisle to
where the cook was now standing, intending to get the box containing
his pet cat "Where's Snoop, Dinah?" he asked.

"Heah he am!" she said, lifting up the slat-box. "He ain't made a
sound in all dis confusion, nuther."

The next moment Freddie gave a cry of dismay:

"Snoop's gone!" he wailed. "He broke open the box and he's gone!
Oh, where is Snoop?"

"Ma sakes alive!" cried Dinah. The box was empty!

A hurried search of the car did not bring forth the black pet. Mr.
and Mrs. Bobbsey, and some of the passengers, joined in the hunt.
But there was no Snoop, and a slat that had pulled loose from one
side of the box showed how he had gotten out.

"Most likely Snoop got frightened when the train stopped so suddenly,
and broke loose," said Mr. Bobbsey. "We may find him outside."

"I--I hope an elephant didn't step on him," said Flossie, with a
catch in her breath.

"Oh--o--o--o! Maybe a tiger or a lion has him!" wailed Freddie.