The ground shook and a rumble sounded through the air as the train squealed to a stop. Maybe, just maybe, I could carry someone's bags without the porter taking notice. And then there was the even bigger maybe: Maybe I could get enough money to at least buy a crust of bread for Trevor and Tabitha to share.I hid behind the boxes in the freight yard and kept one eye on the porter, and the other on the second class passenger car. The porter had his attention...