"That's the idea! Great! Fine!" were some of the remarks that greeted the suggestion.
But on Bob's face there was a look of doubt, as he said:
"I don't think that would be exactly fair, would it?"
"Why not?" asked several.
"Because Mr. Jenkins would know I couldn't eat so much."
Tom, however, was loath to abandon his joke, and argued:
"But he said for Robinson to square him with you, didn't he?"
"Why, yes."
"Then, Robinson can tell him the feed for the dozen of us was the only way he could do it."
Though he did not wish to be a spoil-sport, Bob, however, did not approve of the plan. Consequently, it was with relief he beheld a large, red-faced man, in overalls and jumper, enter the station master's office, exclaiming as he caught sight of the boy:
"Are you the kid Conductor Jenkins left here?"
"Yes, sir."
"How'd you like to go over to Kansas City on my freight train?"
"First-rate. I never rode on a freight, and I'd like to."
