Tom Reade Bosses the Job "Ugh!" shivered Dave, as the chums met on the platform.

"It's cold out here!" "Come inside, then, and get warm.

But you're a great athlete, to mind an ordinary December morning," laughed Dick Prescott.
Together they stepped into the waiting room.
"What time does our train go ?" asked Dave, though he had known the time of this train for the last week.
"Seven-forty," replied Dick.
"And it's seven-twenty, now.

Whew, what a await!" "I could have stayed home a little longer," nodded Dick.

"Only I told father and mother that I'd feel more like being started if I got down here this far on the way." "Sure thing," nodded Dave sympathetically.