"No."
"Neither do I. Somebody must have put us in here. Who was it?"
"Don't ask me, and don't ask me where we are going either, for I haven't the least idea."
The two students talked the matter over for fully five minutes, but could reach no conclusion. At first they fancied that they might have been robbed, but nothing was missing but their wheels.
"This is a mystery we must solve later," said Dave. "The present question is, How are we to get off this train and get back to the Hall?"
A moment later the freight train passed through a small lumber town. They heard a mill whistle blowing. Dave pulled out his watch.
"Why, Paul, it is twelve o'clock!"
"Nonsense!" Babcock consulted his own time-piece. "You are right! And we were going to be back to the Hall by dinner time!"
"Don't forget that to-day is the day for the great football match."