that the boys were making fun of him. "If them blamed city newspapers say I did I'll sue 'em fer damages, that's wot I'll do. I ain't teched Ham Ludd, nor his cat, nor his dog nuther! And it was the wind blew the fence down, I didn't tech that nuther!" He paused to catch his breath. "Where was Ham killed? I didn't hear of anybuddy gitting struck by a train."
"Oh, I don't know who the man was, or where he was struck," answered Tom, as he started to walk away. "But they are after you, Mr. Ricks. If I was you, I'd pack my valise and hike for California, or Sing Sing, or some other place."
"I ain't going to run away, Tom Rover, and you can't make me," was the wild reply. "I ain't teched Ham, nor his cat, nor his dog, nor the fence nuther, I tell ye! It's an outrage to say so! I'll sue them newspapers fer a million dollars damages!"
"I'd make it two millions," answered Tom, calmly, and then started for the automobile, followed by his brothers.
"But see here," went on the stationmaster. "I want to know"
"Sorry, but we haven't time now," put in Dick. "Hurry, Tom!" he whispered.
"It's Ham Ludd coming!" added Sam. "Let's get out—before the fat's in the fire!"
