"Huh!" said the tall boy, grinning. "I don't know whether it pleases us any to have you go to Rockledge. But it's lucky you're not bound for Belden."
"Why?" asked Fred.
"We'd have to chuck your hats out of the window. We don't allow any Belden boys to ride in this train with their hats on."
"And do the Belden boys throw the Rockledge boys' hats out of the window?" asked Bobby, innocently enough.
"If they're able. But they ain't. You sure you are going to Rockledge?"
"You can wait till we get off the train and then find out whether we tell the truth, or not," said Fred, rather crossly.
"Say, young fellow! we don't like fresh fish at Rockledge," warned the yellow-haired boy. "If you're going there, you want to walk Turkey."
Bobby pinched Fred warningly, and both the chums remained silent.
"I never did like the looks of red hair, anyway—did you, Bill?" suggested the squinting chap, grinning.
"No. We'll have to dye it for him," said the yellow-haired boy. "What color do you prefer instead of red?" he asked Fred Martin.