"Oh, I should like to come very much," replied Richard, "that is if
I get the chance."
On and on rolled the train, and finally the town for which it was bound was reached, and the passengers alighted and crowded the station.
It was announced that owing to the disaster no train would leave for New York for two hours. This left a long time on Richard's hands, and he hardly knew what to do.
Immediately on the arrival Doc Linyard had gone off to hunt up a friend he fancied lived in the place. Not far from the station was a little park containing a number of benches, and walking over to it Richard sat down.
The lunch his mother had given him came in handy now, and he did full justice to it.
He wished the old sailor was with him to share the repast. He had taken a fancy to the tar, and loved to listen to his hearty voice and open speech.
After the lunch was disposed of, Richard took a short stroll through the town. He did not go far, for he had the two valises with him, and they were heavy.
Presently he returned to the station, and it was not long before the train could be seen approaching in the distance. Along with a number of others, Richard started to walk over to the right track.
As he did so two men, who looked like railroad officials, approached him.
"Say, young fellow," sang out one of the men. "Hold up; we want to speak to you."