CHAPTER VII
DREAMS OF YOUTH.
"Mr. Sanderson!"
"Why, if it ain't Mr. Rover!" cried the old farmer. "Glad to see ye! Bound fer hum, I suppose?"
"Yes." Dick stepped close to the old farmer's side. "Mr. Sanderson do you want to do me a great big favor and do it quick?" he went on, earnestly.
"O' course. Wot is it?"
"Do you see that train coming?"
"Well, as my eyesight is putty good, I do," and the old farmer chuckled.
"And do you see that carriage on the road?"
"Yes—it's one of them turnouts from the gals' school."
"Some of our friends are in that carriage and I want to hold that train till they get here," continued Dick, quickly. "The station agent
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