have to wait for more stuff until the train arrives at Oak Run."
"Let us go over to the Run and see if we can learn anything about the trains," said Sam, a spark of hope springing up in his breast.
They drove over the river, and as they did so they heard the whistle of a locomotive.
"Something is coming," cried Dick.
"Perhaps it's only the night freight," returned Tom.
When they reached the depot the train was standing there. It was the morning accommodation, nine hours late. They saw some mail bags thrown off and also several express boxes and packages.
Curiosity prompted Dick to inspect the express goods. He uttered a cry of joy.
"A box for us!" he exclaimed. "And from Cedarville!"
"Where?" cried Tom and Sam, and ran forward to look the box over. It was two feet long and a foot high, and equally deep, and was addressed to R., T. and S. Rover.
"From the girls, I'll bet a snowball!" cried Tom joyfully. "Hurry up and sign for it and we'll see what it contains."
The agent was at hand, for he was the ticket agent and station master as well, and they soon
