CHAPTER XIII
AN ALARM
Mr. Richard Gordon was not minded to allow the young folks to portion out the little store of food as they pleased. He and Major Pater, who had now joined the party from Fairfields quite as a matter of course, had considered the use of the supplies to the best advantage. There was not much else to eat on the train, for even the crew had devoured their lunches, and most train-men when obliged to carry food at all are supplied with huge tin buckets that hold at least three "square meals."
"Though why meals should be 'square' I can't for the life of me see," Betty observed. "Why not 'round' meals? I am sure we manage to get around them when we eat them."
"Quite a philosopheress, aren't you?" joked Bob.
"These rations are not to be considered with philosophy," complained Bobby. "They are too frugal."
In truth, when the bread and meat and crackers
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