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CHAPTER VII
A TALK ABOUT SPANISH SAILORS
"The train is gone!"
It was Walter who gasped out the words, as he and his companion rushed upon the depot platform. In the distance they could see the end of the rear car just vanishing from view in a cloud of dust.
"Thet's so!" groaned Si, panting for breath, for they had done their best to reach the depot in time. "What's to be the next move?" And he looked anxiously at his companion.
"I'm sure I don't know," was Walter's slow answer. "I—I almost wish I hadn't seen the President—now."
"Can't we take a later train?"
"I don't know if the tickets will be good. Certainly we'll have no sleeping accommodations for to-night.
"Who cares for that, so long as we get to For-
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