“Come, both of you—come to the carriage.”
Mrs. Arlington was urging Chester to get into the carriage.
“My poor boy!” she said, her hands trembling. “It was a terrible shock to me when I heard about that wreck. But it didn’t seem right that my boy could be killed if any one else escaped. Get in, Chester.”
“Oh, say, mom, don’t drag me off in this old turnout! I want to stay with the gang. They will march back to the academy, and I want to march with them.”
“You have changed so! You are so different, Chester! Why, you even seem to enjoy the company of these common boys!”
“That’s all right, mom. After a narrow squeak like this there is bound to be things doing, and I propose to keep with the push.”
By this time June, with Doris and Zona, returned to the carriage.
“What are you doing, child?” asked Mrs. Arlington grimly. “Have you completely forgotten your brother?”
“Not by any means, mother. I found he was unhurt, and then I thought of some one else. I wish to take my friends home with me.”
“That’s the talk!” exclaimed Chet. “Get right in, girls! Take them right along, mom!”