Teddy called it--and that the train had come to a sudden stop. So
quickly had it stopped, in fact, that a fat man, who was asleep in a
berth just behind Mr. Martin, had tumbled out and now sat in the
aisle of the car, gazing about him, a queer look on his sleepy face,
for he was not yet fully awake.

"I say!" cried the fat man. "Who pushed me out of bed?"

Even though they were much frightened, Mrs. Martin and some of the
other men and women could not help laughing at this. And the laughter
did more to quiet them than anything else.

"Well, I guess no one here is much hurt--if at all," said Daddy
Martin, as he put on a pair of soft slippers he had ready in the
little hammock that held his clothes inside the berth. "I'll go and
see if I can find out what the matter is."

"An', Daddy, bring me suffin t'eat!" exclaimed Trouble, poking his
head out between the curtains of the berth where he had been sleeping
with his mother when the collision happened.

"There's one boy that's got sense," said a tall thin man, who was
helping the fat man to get to his feet "He isn't hurt, anyhow."

"Thank goodness, no," said Mrs. Martin, who, as had some of the
other women, had on a dressing gown. Mrs. Martin was looking at
Trouble, whom she had taken up in her arms. "He hasn't a scratch on
him," she said, "though I heard him slam right against the side of
the car. He was next to the window."