"Of all the confounded foolishness, that is the worst," he sputtered. "Why, I've only seen the girl a couple of times."
"Methinks thou dost protest too much," quoted Dick.
"And as for me, I'll have something to tell a certain young lady back home," announced Phil.
Garry again broke into indignant denials.
"By George, Phil, I only said that in joke, but now I think that I hit the nail on the head," declared Dick. As a matter of fact, both he and Phil were now sure that their joke was more flavored with truth than jest.
Just as they were preparing to leave, they heard a distant rumble.
"There's a train headed this way. Wonder if it's a freight or a passenger," remarked Phil.
"Must be a freight, there are no passengers scheduled to pass here at this time of day," said Garry. "Shall we wait and watch it go by? That seems to be the only thing in the way of excitement that is promised for this morning."
The others being agreeable, they waited a moment. Soon the puffing engine appeared at the curve, and the rumbling grinding cars passed them. The boys amused themselves by checking off the various railroad lines that were represented by the markings on the different freight cars. They noted the Grand Trunk and Canadian Pacific predominated, giving rise to the thought that this was bound for the far west via the Canadian Rockies.
As the caboose appeared in sight, the train seemed to slacken speed for a bit, and a man jumped off the back end, waving a goodbye to the train crew as he did.