"Oh, Dick's a dandy driver," answered Tom, enthusiastically.
Arriving at the station, they went to the telegraph office and asked for messages, and found none. Then word was sent to Anderson Rover at Cedarville. After that the automobile was turned over to Frank Rand, who agreed to take it back to Valley Brook farm that afternoon.
"Off ag'in, eh?" said Ricks, when they bought their tickets. "I don't see why you boys can't settle down fer awhile."
"Smoking any cigars now, Mr. Ricks." asked Tom, dryly.
"If I am, 'tain't none o' your business!" snapped the old station agent.
"I just heard of a new cure for smoker's jimjams," went on the fun-loving youth. "You take a squash and boil it in lard, and then cut it into thin slices, and"
"I don't want none o' your cures!" roared Mr. Ricks savagely. "I ain't got no smoker's jimjams, nor nuthin'. I"
"But you saw things, Mr. Ricks, you said you did. Worms, and snakes, and strange things"
"I didn't! I didn't!" howled the old station agent, growing red in the face. "Now you shet up, do you hear? The boys has been pokin' fun enough at me as it is! Everywhere I go they
