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DAVE BISSELL, TRAIN BOY
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at that moment crossing the platform of a stationary coach from the direction of Railroad Row. "Why!" exclaimed Dave, "hey! hi! this way."
Clark had halted abruptly. His expressive features were a study. As he evidently recognized Dave, his face fell, his eyes betokened a certain consternation, and dropping a package he carried he turned swiftly about, jumped from the platform and disappeared.
"Why," spoke Ralph, considerably surprised, "do you know Marvin Clark?"
"Who?" bolted out Dave bluntly.
"That boy—Marvin Clark."
"Marvin Clark nothing!" shouted the train boy volubly. "That's my cousin, Fred Porter, of Earlville."
