CHAPTER IV
The Surly Trainman
BEFORE the blaze in Bob’s eyes the man shrank back, hesitated a moment, and then turned in the direction of the freight station.
“All right,” he snarled. “But don’t let me catch the kid around here again, or you either.”
He walked up the track to the end of the train, then disappeared behind the engine.
“Gee, that was swell of you,” said Spike to Bob. “You sure had that guy scared.”
“He was glad enough to get out of it,” laughed Joe. “Old Bob wouldn’t have left a grease spot of him.”
“But now,” began Bob, anxious to turn this tribute aside, “let’s figure out what to do. I suppose the only thing——”
“I want to get home,” Spike interrupted. “I may have something comin’ to me, but the sooner I get it over, the better.”