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"What's the matter with shutting the doors?" he asked.

"Better just drop the grain-door down on that side we got in at," replied Hank. "She'd never joggle enough to close the sliding door, and they know that, and they know the ones that are open, you bet."

"That's right," agreed Slim, and merely lowered the grain door, which is apt, at any rate, in rough shunting, to spring from its catch and drop down, lowered it and set it at such an angle that no one, at another halt, could, by peering, see more than a limited portion of either end of the car. To the sliding door on the other side, which was open about a foot, he gave a slight thrust so that it was almost closed, showing only an opening of a matter of a couple of inches.

"There!" said he. "She might easily joggle that much. That looks natural."

"How about the end wicket window?" asked Hank.

"We'll shut the one ahead for the draught, anyhow," replied Slim, and did so. "We'd better leave the other open for ease in climbing out when we get there," and to me he explained: "It makes an awful racket sliding open them wickets when a train's stopped. They never fit good, and the wedge they run in is always all grit and dust."