"Oh, hush! hush!" begged Tom. "Your clatter would deafen one." Then he shouted to Hatfield: "Hold on, there! the train will be in soon. Come back!"
Hatfield stopped and turned back with a scowl. Tom grinned at him cheerfully and added:
"Might as well take it easy. Dad says you're to go along with us, so I advise you to stick close."
"Pleasant-looking young dog," said Bob, in an undertone. "What's he done?"
"I don't know that he has done anything," returned Tom, in the same low tone. "But we're going to take him with us to Scarboro. That is the place he has run away from."
"Did he run away from home?' demanded Isadore Phelps. "What for?"
"I don't know. But don't you ask him!" commanded Tom. "He wouldn't tell you, anyway; he won't tell father. But don't nag him, Izzy."
To the great surprise of the young folks, when the train bound north came along, there was a private car attached to it, and in that car the Cameron party were to travel. One of the railroad officials had lent his own coach to the Cheslow merchant, and he and his party had the car to themselves.
There was a porter and a steward aboard—both colored men; and soon after the train
