The freight train had stopped at a crossing, and as it moved on Dave had to walk down the tracks nearly one-half a mile to reach the railroad depot.
Dave trudged on hopefully to meet his first experience in a big city.
CHAPTER VII
ROBBED
“Well that’s the hardest part of it over and done with,” declared Dave, as he walked into the railroad depot at Brompton.
The youth felt pretty much encouraged. His foot had mended, he had earned ten dollars, and had won a good friend. He had got safely away from Brookville by a route his pursuers would never suspect him of taking.
“More than all, best of all,” spoke Dave with longing and satisfaction, “I’m well started for Fairfield and the airships.”
Dave found the depot almost deserted. A few travelers were nodding on the benches in the passengers room, waiting for a late local train going north. The ticket office was closed, but the depot policeman was on duty. Dave approached this official.
“What about a train for Fairfield?” he spoke.