Dick looked across the tracks. The farm wagon had come up, and on the seat he recognized the fat and jolly Mr. Sanderson, the father of the girl they had once saved from the annoyances of Dudd Flockley and Jerry Koswell.
“I’ll get Mr. Sanderson to do the trick for me!” he muttered to himself, and ran to where the farm wagon had come to a halt.
CHAPTER VII
DREAMS OF YOUTH
“Mr. Sanderson!”
“Why, if it ain’t Mr. Rover!” cried the old farmer. “Glad to see ye! Bound fer hum, I suppose?”
“Yes.” Dick stepped close to the old farmer’s side. “Mr. Sanderson do you want to do me a great big favor and do it quick?” he went on, earnestly.
“O’ course. Wot is it?”
“Do you see that train coming?”
“Well, as my eyesight is putty good, I do,” and the old farmer chuckled.
“And do you see that carriage on the road?”