It was Captain "Hen" Wadleigh, who, passing to the rear of the group, had overheard Laura's remark, and had made this addition to her prophecies.
"Here comes the train!" yelled one youth, who was fortunate enough to have a ticket for the day.
Soon after the sound of the whistle had been heard the express rolled in. But this was the first section of the regular train. By some effort the football crowd was kept off the train. Soon after the second section of the train was sighted as it rolled toward the station.
"Team assemble!" roared Captain Wadleigh.
There was a rush of husky, mop-headed youths in his direction.
Just then a hand rested on Dick's arm.
"Let me speak with you, just a moment Prescott."
As Dick turned he found himself looking into the face of Hemingway, plan clothes man to Chief Coy of the Police department.
"I'm awful sorry, lad, but——-" began Hemingway slowly, in a tone of the most genuine regret.
Dick's face blanched. He scented bad news instantly, though he could not imagine what it was.