boys alighted. The only other passenger to get off was one of the local storekeepers.
"You were lucky boys," said the man, pleasantly. He knew them by sight, far they had traded at his shop.
"That's true, Mr. Striker," said Dick. "But we don't seem to be lucky just now."
"How's that?"
"There isn't a conveyance of any kind here to take us to Brill, and I must say I don't feel like walking."
"You go around to Carson's livery stable. He'll take you over to the college," answered Mr. Striker.
The livery stable was but a short distance away and they found the proprietor on hand, reading a newspaper and smoking bis pipe.
"It's a wonder you wouldn't have a rig over at the depot, to meet the main trains," grumbled Tom.
"'Twouldn't pay," answered Neal Carson. "I tried it once, and earned two dollars and a half in two weeks. Folks that want me can come here for me."
"Well, we want to get to Brill College," said Dick.
"All right, but it will cost you fifty cents each."
