But I'm not.

I wouldn't live in West Point, and I wouldn't be caught dead at Annapolis, so I shan't have any scares or any nervous streak to-day.

I'll look after you both, the best I can, and do what little lies in my power to keep your minds off your troubles." "Well, who'd ever have thought of a thing like that but Tom Reade ?" gasped Dick gratefully.
"It's mighty good of you, old chum," declared Darrin fervently.
"Now, then,"`resumed Reade, uncrossing his legs, "as I'm on the job to look after you, allow me to remind you that that is your train whistling at this moment." Three very jolly boys, therefore, piled out of the station building and boarded the train.
Tom spoke to the conductor a moment before following the others to seats.
"You see," spoke Reade, "I'm even going to the trouble to make sure that this is the right train, and not a belated express." "I never though of that," muttered Darrin, turning a bit pale.
"Great Scott!" gasped Dick.

"I can feel the cold sweat oozing out at the bare thought.

Suppose we had been harebrained enough to get on the wrong train, and be carried so far past that we couldn't get back to Wilburville by nine o'clock!" "Drop all worry.