noon
They had secured permission for one of them to ride with the cage and stand guard , and the boys took turns at this duty . The other two tried to snatch a few hours of rest in the sleeper ; but the berths seemed stifling and airless . Accustomed to the open camp , they could not sleep a wink , and were rather more fatigued the next morning than when they had started . It was still four hours to Toronto , but they reached the city at noon . Macgregor was standing the last watch in the baggage-car , and as Fred and Horace came down the steps of the Pullman they saw Maurice Stark pushing through the crowd . `` What luck ? '' Maurice demanded anxiously , lowering his voice as he shook hands .