The station master gave a sign and a man further down the platform whistled and got on. Then the train started gathering up steam, whistled as it released pressure, and slowly started moving. Ben sank down on a bench.
"I'm very sorry." The station master said when the worst of the noise had died out. "If you give me a description, I can be on the look out."
"They are two girls." Ben said. "One is sixteen, the other just turned fourteen. They would be dressed as fisher lasses. Both have red hair. They'd have no money on them, unless..." he looked at Elijah.