“He won’t, though,” said Chub.
They trudged back in the noonday sunlight over the snowy road and had almost reached the school when one of the rattle-trap carriages which hover about the Silver Cove station overtook them. They paid no particular attention to it, save to draw to the side of the road out of its way, until the occupant of the rear seat addressed them. Then they looked up to see Dick lolling there at ease and smiling down at them as he rattled by.
“You’d better hurry up,” he called. “It’s almost dinner time.”
“What do you think of that!” gasped Chub as the carriage left them behind.
“He must have plenty of money,” said Roy. “They charge fifty cents to bring you over from the Cove.”
“But he’s been over there all the morning when we thought he was back at school! He—he’s just fooled us right and left! I wish I’d shied a snowball at his silly head!”
“Wait till we get hold of him!” muttered Roy.