"Did they take it to Ashton?" queried Dick.
"No. They was goin' to fust, but then Jimmy Budley—the section boss—said it would be better to take it up to the freight yards at Rallston."
"And they took it there?"
"I 'spect they did. They went off that way, anyway," replied the old wood chopper.
"To the Rallston freight yards!" cried Sam. "What a nerve!"
"I'll make 'em bring it back!" cried Dick, firmly.
"How far is it to Rallston?" asked Jack Mason.
"About nine miles."
"Pooh! that's nothing. Jump in and I'll take you there in no time—if the road's any good."
"The road is O. K.," answered Dick.