To this there was no answer.
"I guess you threw it," went on Isaac Pludding, and caught Dave by the arm.
"Let go of me," said Dave, eyeing the man steadily. "I did not throw it. Let go."
Isaac Pludding wanted to argue the matter, but there was something in Dave's manner that he did not like. He dropped his hold and drew back a little.
"Don't you dare to shove me again—not once," continued the youth. "If you do you'll regret it. I have stood all from you that I am going to stand."
"Oh, you're no good," muttered the stout man, lamely, and passed on to the end of the car.
The train was coming to a halt at a place called Raytown. They were now but eight miles from Oakdale, and the students began to wonder if anybody would be at that station to meet them.
"If Horsehair comes down with the carryall, he'll have all he can do to get through the snow," said Dave.
"Perhaps he'll come down with four horses," suggested Roger.
"One thing is certain. Doctor Clay will see to it that we get to Oak Hall somehow," said Ben.
"What a rickety old railroad this side line is!" declared Phil, as the car gave several lurches. "It's a wonder they don't fix the track."
