“I’d take the beach road when I went up to see Grace Morgan, though, if I were you,” suggested Ben. “Talking of something else, Tom, have you said anything to Harry along the ‘Donner’ line?”
“Not a word. Our mysterious spook seems to have given up his erratic messages.”
“That name, ‘Donner,’ struck Harry all of a heap, just the same.”
“Well, he’s a fine fellow, and I’m not going to pry into his secrets.”
“I wonder what old ‘Donner’ was after, anyhow?” observed Ben, “with his mysterious ‘messages,’ and his ‘thousand dollars.’”
“And the boy with the sun, moon and stars on his left shoulder,” smiled Tom.
No orders had come to Station Z for work that night, and at five o’clock the boys locked up the tower. They parted when they reached the village, Ben taking the road south and Tom proceeding homeward alone.
He was up in his room changing his working clothes, when his mother appeared at the bottom of the stairs to tell him that Ben Dixon was on the telephone.
“Ben wants you to call him up before you go out to-night,” advised Mrs. Barnes.
“All right,” sang down Tom.