“Well, I’m glad to have met you,” said Jimmy, holding out his hand to Crail. “And if you ever come to one of the games— Say, hold on! This isn’t your station! You’ve got another hour yet, Crail.”
But Crail, bag in hand, shook his head. “Fellows, I’m plumb tired of traveling,” he said, “and I sort of think I’ll get off right here.”
“But you’ll have three hours to wait, nearly!” Jimmy expostulated to Crail’s broad back. “There isn’t another train to Greenbank until five!”
Crail smiled over his shoulder as he pushed through the car door.
“Oh, I’ve changed my mind about that place,” he answered. “You see, I don’t know anybody at Mount Morris, and I sort of like you fellows, and I guess one school’s as good as another. Which side do we get off at?”
CHAPTER IV
“OUT FOR GRAFTON!”
“Do you really mean that you’re coming to Grafton?” demanded Dud when they had reached the station platform.
“If they’ll have me,” replied Crail, looking about him curiously. “What do we do now? Take another train?”
“Yes, that one there. But—but——”