He quickened his pace until he reached the next corner.

There he signaled to the motorman.
As the car slowed down Dick swung himself on nimbly, remarking to the conductor: "Don't make a real stop for me.

Drive on!" As Prescott passed inside the car he was greeted by a pleasant-faced, well-dressed young man.

It was Mr.Luce, one of the sub-masters of Gridley High School.

Dick dropped into a seat beside him.
"Been tramping a bit, Prescott ?" inquired the sub-master.
"No, sir; I've been over here on a little matter of business, but I expect to start, in a day or two, on a few weeks of tramping." Thereupon young Prescott fell to describing the trip that he, Dave Darrin, Greg Holmes, Dan Dalzell, Tom Reade and Harry Hazelton had mapped out for themselves.
"Just for pleasure ?" asked Mr.Luce.
"No, sir; for training.