“They’ve gone!” he cried. “Scooted! Saw Logs, Mrs. Saw, the piece of kindling and her maid in the first car, and--” He was doubled up like a jack-knife. “And left Tommy behind!” we both cried. “Behind!” Mac was verging on apoplexy now. “Behind! Not much. He was tucked away in the other car with the valet!” End of Project Gutenberg’s A Gentleman’s Gentleman, by F. Hopkinson Smith