Let me see if I can remember just how it runs." With that Reade got started.

He soon had his two friends started as well.

They laughed until the brakeman at last thrust his head in and called: "Next station, Wilburville!" "Stop and get out, young man!" called Tom.

"Do you think we don't know our way ?" Then into another story plunged Tom Reade.

He spun it out, purposely, until the train slowed up at Wilburville.
"'Bus right up to the town hall!" cried a driver, sizing the trio up shrewdly.
"Thank you; that's our auto over there," nodded Tom, pointing to a lunch wagon.