CHAPTER XXVIII.
THE RECOVERY OF THE WATCH—CONCLUSION.
Arnold Baxter hesitated but a moment on gaining the depot platform. A freight train was passing the station at a slow rate of speed, and, running to an empty car which stood wide open, he leaped on board.
Dick was close behind him, and as the man boarded the freight car caught him by the leg. As Dick held on like a bulldog there was nothing left for Arnold Baxter to do but to drag the youth up behind him.
"You imp!" he snarled, as the two faced each other on the car floor. "What do you mean by following me in this fashion?"
"And what do you mean by running away in this fashion?" panted Dick.
"I have a right to do as I please."
"And so have I."
"You have no right to follow me."
"That remains to be seen, Arnold Baxter. I would like to ask you a few questions."
"Would you, indeed?" sneered the tall man.
"Yes. I won't waste words. Were you and my father enemies years ago?"
