As for Tommy, he had an interview with his father, the nature of which can be guessed at by Tommy’s statement afterward that he could not sit down for a week unless he had pillows under him.
“He doesn’t look like an Indian killer,” laughed Mouser.
“Not so that you could notice it,” chuckled Pee Wee.
“I don’t see any scalps at his belt,” grinned Fred.
Tommy caught sight of the boys as he entered the station, and ran forward to meet them with exclamations of pleasure and surprise. Mr. Stone looked curiously at the group but said nothing, and went over to the agent’s window to buy his son’s ticket.
“What in the world are you fellows doing here?” cried Tommy.
“We’re just as much surprised to see you as you are to see us,” replied Bobby, with a smile.
“On your way to Belden?” inquired Fred.
“Yep,” answered Tommy, making a wry face, “and I’m not any too glad, either. I’ve never liked that school. The big fellows are all the time taking it out on the little ones.”
“You ought to get your father to let you come to Rockledge,” suggested Bobby.