would fix it—and they could hold the train as well as not"
"All aboard!" sang out the conductor, as the last of the baggage disappeared into the baggage car.
Dick looked ahead. Mr. Sanderson's farm wagon had just started to cross the tracks. He was sawing on the reins and the horse was acting in a strange manner, not knowing what to make of it. He turned part way around and faced the locomotive.
"G'lang!" sang out the old farmer. "Consarn ye! What's the matter of ye, Franky?"
"Oh, Dick, hell be killed!" burst out Sam, in horror.
"Looks as if the horse wanted to climb over the engine," came from Tom.
"It's all right," answered the elder Rover boy in a whisper. "The engineer sees him and won't start the train Mr. Sanderson is doing it on purpose."
"On purpose?" came from Sam and Tom, and then of a sudden they understood, and both had to turn away to hide the grins that broke out on their faces.
"Go ahead!" cried the conductor, and then he saw the trouble and ran forward to watch proceedings.
