“Well, I’m glad if you enjoyed it,” he smiled. “But tell me now how you boys find yourselves here. I thought you traveled by the road that runs through Clinton.”
“So we do,” replied Bobby, and started to relate the occurrences of the morning.
“I see,” said Mr. Stone, interrupting before Bobby had got very far into his story. “And then you found out you could get a train on this road and tramped over here. Well, you won’t have long to wait now, for the train will be along in a few minutes.”
“But that isn’t all,” put in Fred.
“No?” queried Mr. Stone. “What else is there?”
“We were robbed on the way,” answered Fred.
Mr. Stone gasped and Tommy showed symptoms of great excitement. Robbed! It was almost as good as Indians.
CHAPTER VIII
THE CLOUD BREAKS AWAY
Mr. Stone sank down into a seat.
“Robbed!” he repeated. “Now tell me just what you mean.”