The boys passed a fairly comfortable night on the train, even though it was rather warm. They got up early in the morning, to find themselves rolling swiftly along over the level fields of the middle West.
“Where is Uncle Tom?” asked Fred when the twins appeared.
“He’ll be out in a few minutes,” answered Randy. “I don’t think he slept very well. I heard him moving around quite a bit during the night.”
“I’m afraid he’s worried about that mine, Randy,” said Jack.
“Well, I think he’s got enough to worry about,” put in Andy. “Seventy-five thousand dollars is a lot of money.”
“I’ll say so,” came from Fred. “Gee, I certainly hope he finds everything all right when we get out there!”
“I’m anxious to get out on Sunset Trail,” said Jack. “That name certainly sounds interesting to me. We ought to have the best times ever out there.”
Lunch and dinner had been had on the train the day before, and now as soon as Tom Rover appeared the crowd entered the dining car for breakfast.
“I think I’ll have some cantaloupe to start with,” said Fred. “That is, if——” He stopped short and stared out of the window. The train had rolled into the station of a fair-sized town and come to a halt where a small crowd was collected.
“What are you looking at, Fred?” questioned Jack, as he noticed his cousin’s manner.