“Very!” said Ruth, with a smile. “And awfully pleasant. It will make our party quite complete!”
At that moment the auto turned into the street that led to the station and they saw the train bowling toward them.
“Just in time!” roared Chess. “Put on steam, old boy! We don’t want to be left waiting at the church!”
Tom brought the car to a standstill close to the platform and jumped out, leaving Chess to look after the girls and the luggage.
He rushed into the station and found the telegraph operator, who was an acquaintance of long standing.
“Say, do me a favor, Banks, old man, will you?” he cried. “Take the old bus back home when you go and leave it in the garage?”
“Sure,” answered Banks. “Gives me a ride free for nothing. Hurry up, my lad. There goes the whistle.”
Tom had just time to swing himself up the steps as the train began to move.
“Pretty close call,” he laughed, as he joined the others. “Got all your baggage and everything? All set?”
“All set for the Yukon!” cried Chess jubilantly. “Already I hear the call of the wild!”