"Come, it's ten o'clock and the freight is about due," said he.
"How do you know what time it is?"
"By my watch, of course. How else?"
"Have you a watch?" asked Ben, in surprise.
"To be sure. A splendid time piece. Been running these thousands of years, and never yet needed repairing. There it is," and he pointed to the Heavens.
"Where?"
"Why up there—the Big Dipper! You can tell time by the handle of it. Now you have learned something. Get up!"
Again on his feet he found himself quite stiff. It appeared to him as though all of his joints were soldered together.
"Oh you will soon get used to that," consolingly reflected Tommy. "Bump your back against a tree and that will shake you limber. Hi! Here she comes! Now for it! Hurry up!" And in the distance was seen the great Cyclopean eye of a locomotive, and the rumble of the approaching train filled the air.
"Hold on Tom! I can't get on my boots," exclaimed Ben, striving to force his swollen feet into them.