"I beg your pardon," panted Dick, as he walked toward the stranger somewhat winded after his climb, "but it's dangerous up here. There's a train coming."
"Thank you, I know it." The man spoke calmly, in contrast with his queer actions.
"I thought perhaps you might be a stranger around here," the young cadet resumed. "There are two trains that pass here about the same time. You might get out of the way of one, and step in the path of the other."
"Thank you for the warning," said the man. "I—er—I——"
He hesitated, and seemed to be struggling with some emotion.
"Perhaps I had better get off the track—for the present," he said, slowly.
"You had, if you don't want to be killed!" exclaimed Dick, with a laugh that took the grim meaning from the words. "I guess we'd all better. The trains are getting nearer, and it's too good a world to leave by way of the iron route."
"Is it a good world?" asked the man, suddenly.
"I find it so," answered the cadet. "Especially in this kind of weather, and vacation so near at hand; eh, Paul?"