consulting his watch by the light of his lantern. "We'll have to get into Ashton and report this."
"And somebody has got to pay for the bi-plane," said Tom.
"I don't see as it is our fault," answered the trainman, and then he gave the order to go ahead—after it had been ascertained that the track was clear.
"We'll ride to Ashton with you," said Dick. "No use of staying with this wreckage," he added, to his brothers. "We can drive down tomorrow and look it over. I don't think it is worth much."
"Never mind—I am glad nobody was seriously hurt," returned Sam.
"I guess we all feel that way," added Tom.
It was a run of only a few minutes to Ashton. On the way the conductor of the train took the Rover boys' names and address.
"I don't see how you can blame us for smashing the flying machine," he said. "You had no business to come down on the track."
"We might have gotten our biplane off the track, if you had halted the train," returned Dick. "We could have dragged it into the bushes."
"I don't know about that."
As soon as the train rolled into Ashton the
