"Does this train go to Oakdale?" he asked, of one of the hands.
"Yes, but it isn't a passenger train," was the reply.
"Can't you take me along?" questioned Dave. "I wish to get to Oakdale very much, and without delay."
The train hand looked Dave over by the light of his lantern. He saw that the youth was no tramp.
"All right, get in the caboose," he said. "But it will cost you a smoke."
"I haven't any cigars, but you can buy yourself some," answered Dave, and passed over a quarter of a dollar, which the train hand pocketed with satisfaction.
Soon the train was under way, and in less than half an hour they reached the siding at Oakdale, and there Dave jumped off. By his watch the lad saw that it was three o'clock Sunday morning. Without delay he struck off on foot for the school. As he hurried on he wondered what he had best do on arriving at Oak Hall. Should he rouse up Doctor Clay and tell the master the whole story, or would it be better to say nothing and await developments?
"If I say anything there will be a great hullabaloo, but it won't prove anything," he reasoned. "Merwell and Jasniff will deny everything, and so
