tion, contenting himself with the thought that he could hardly be held responsible.
During the conversation, the long freight train had got under way, and while the boy found many novel things to hold his attention, the brakemen amused themselves speculating on the effect the joke would have upon Jenkins.
As the engine whistled for a station, Hosmer said to Bob:
"How'd you like to ride on the engine till the next stop?"
"My, but it would be fun!" replied Bob, his eyes sparkling with delight.
"Then come on! I'll take you up and fix it with Barney, the engineer."
As the train stopped, with a loud creaking of brakes and groaning of wheels, Bob jumped from the caboose and accompanied the burly conductor to the head of the train.
"Hey, Barney!" he hailed the engineer. The man thus addressed poked a coal-begrimed face from the window of his cab, asking:
"What is it—wait orders?"
"Not this time. I've got a boy here—Bob Chester—who wants to ride with you to the next station."
For a moment the engineer scowled, and Bob feared he would refuse. But quickly the grimy face broke into a smile, as Barney asked:
