Across the bridge, over the river, rolled the train; past the breakwater, where he had rescued Tom, and above which was the swimming-beach; past the slough, where he had been shot, and over which was the trestle from which Bob had taken his amazing flight; and on and on, into the country. Beaufort and Beaufort people, Eagle Island, Deep Creek, and all, were far behind.
“Just the same, I’m coming back every chance I get!” vowed Ned, stoutly fighting to keep down the tears.
“Of course you are!” said his mother, putting her arm around him.
Whereupon Ned proceeded to make the most gorgeous plans that ever were; and the best thing about them is—that some of them came true!
THE END