"Yes, indeed. Being the President isn't the easiest berth in the world. If I—" Walter broke off short. "Our train—I'll wager a dollar we'll miss it!"
"Creation! don't say that!" gasped Si; and then both took to their heels as if running the race of their lives.
CHAPTER VII
A TALK ABOUT SPANISH SAILORS
"The train is gone!"
It was Walter who gasped out the words, as he and his companion rushed upon the depot platform. In the distance they could see the end of the rear car just vanishing from view in a cloud of dust.
"Thet's so!" groaned Si, panting for breath, for they had done their best to reach the depot in time. "What's to be the next move?" And he looked anxiously at his companion.
"I'm sure I don't know," was Walter's slow answer. "I—I almost wish I hadn't seen the President—now."
"Can't we take a later train?"