Perhaps that was one reason why he was known among his mates as "Busy Izzy," being usually busy about other people's business.
"What do you let her nag you for that way, Bob?" he cried. "I'd shake her, if she was my sister—wouldn't you, Tom?"
"No," said Tom, boldly, for he considered Madge Steele quite a young lady. "She's too big to shake—isn't she, Bobbins?"
But Bob only smiled in his slow way, and said nothing. The girls were in a group by themselves—Helen and Ruth, Belle and Lluella, Jennie Stone (who rejoiced in the nickname of "Heavy" because of her plumpness) and Madge Steele. Mr. Cameron had gone to the ticket window to make an inquiry. It was Ruth who saw Fred Hatfield making across the tracks to where a freight train was being made up for the south.
"Tom!" she cried to Helen's brother, and he turned and saw her glance.
"By George, fellows!' exclaimed Tom, with some disgust. "There's that chap sneaking off again. "We've got to watch him. Come on!"
He ran after the runaway. Busy Izzy was at his ear in a moment:
"What's the matter with him? Who is he? What's he been doing? Is he trying to get aboard that freight? What do you want of him?"
