They delayed long enough, however, to receive a congratulatory message from Mr. and Mrs. Racer, and there was added a caution to be very careful in the future.
"Mother put that in, bless her heart!" said Andy, and though he spoke lightly there was a trace of tears in his voice.
"I—I wish I had one to send me a message," said Billy; and there was longing in his tones.
That night saw our heroes once more speeding to the West and in sleep they did their best to forget the harrowing experience through which they had passed that day.
"And we're leaving Shackmiller behind," said Billy. "I won't worry so much now."
"Well, we're making time," observed Frank, after breakfast the next morning. He looked out at the scenery speeding past. The rapid click of the rails told that indeed the engineer was sending his train ahead at high speed.
"I hope we don't hit anything," remarked Andy.
"Here! Drop that kind of talk!" exclaimed his brother, playfully punching him. "We've had enough of a hoodoo so far—don't mention it again."
Owing to the fact that they had to change to another railroad, they were obliged to spend several hours, the next day, in a large city. They took advantage of the stop to stroll about, and even go to a theatrical matinee, which effectively broke up the weariness of waiting.
"This beats boning away at Riverview Hall," said Andy, as they came out of the playhouse, and headed for the railroad station.