“Which do you like best—open face or hunting case watch?”
“Eh?” exclaimed Ben, with a start.
“They’ve started a little appreciation list back there. Come, which is it?”
“Oh, Mr. Dunn!”
“Decide, or we’ll buy you both,” declared Ben’s determined captor.
“Any boy would like an open faced watch,” said Ben.
“All right, you can go now,” said Dunn, with a chuckle.
Ben darted off on a sprint to make up for lost time. It was four blocks to the depot, and he had about three minutes to make it in. As he darted through the front doorway of the works Ben heard the first starting bell ringing out at the depot.
“I’ve got to hustle to make it!” he declared. “No, it can’t be done. I know what I’ll do—I’ll cut across the triangle.”
Ben figured that this short cut across a dumping yard would land him up to the train before it got going at full speed. His calculations, however, were somewhat at fault. As he neared the tracks the train came down the rails at a pretty good rate of speed.