"I guess we all feel that way," added Tom.
It was a run of only a few minutes to Ashton. On the way the conductor of the train took the Rover boys' names and address.
"I don't see how you can blame us for smashing the flying machine," he said. "You had no business to come down on the track."
"We might have gotten our biplane off the track, if you had halted the train," returned Dick. "We could have dragged it into the bushes."
"I don't know about that."
As soon as the train rolled into Ashton the bays alighted. The only other passenger to get off was one of the local storekeepers.
"You were lucky boys," said the man, pleasantly. He knew them by sight, for they had traded at his shop.
"That's true, Mr. Striker," said Dick. "But we don't seem to be lucky just now."
"How's that?"
"There isn't a conveyance of any kind here to take us to Brill, and I must say I don't feel like walking."