"You might even reach one," Dick replied. "I'd be willing to try myself, but we couldn't get a physician through on a night like this."
"At least I'll go down and have a look at the road," muttered Reade, rising, wrapping himself up as best he could, and taking a lantern.
Tom presently returned, looking like a drowned rat.
"It's no go," he announced gloomily. "The road is a river."
"Sure it is," muttered the boss tramp, "or—-as you lads have been so decent to me—-I'd go myself and try to find a doctor."
CHAPTER XVII
TWO KINDS OF HOBO
Toward daylight the rain ceased. Dawn came in heavy and misty, but after an hour the sun shone forth, dispelling the low-lying clouds.
Dick was sound asleep at this time, Tom and Harry having relieved the other watchers. All of the tramps lay stretched on the hard wooden floor, since none of the high school boys cared to have one of these fellows lying on his cot even when it was not in use.
"Go down and take a look at the road, Hazy," Tom desired, after the sun had been out for an hour.