you can drop me a line sometimes, and tell me how things are going. T."
Loring slid the sheet back into the envelope, and returned it to Clif in silence. Clif as silently thrust the note back into a pocket. Then: "Wattles, you might take this tray, please," said Loring, and, when Wattles had reached the door with his burden, "I say, get hold of a time-table and fetch it back with you."
"That's no good," said Clif as the door closed. "He got the six-thirty-four train, and it's twelve minutes to seven now."
"When's the next one south?"
"I don't know exactly. About nine, I think."
"Does the six-thirty-something go through to New York?"
"I don't think so. I guess you have to change at Danbury. There are only two through trains, I think; the eleven in the morning, and the two-something in the afternoon. Even suppose he has to lie over at Danbury, though, he'd be gone before we could get there. And neither of us could go, anyhow!"
"We'll have a look at the time-table first," said Loring. "Tom's done a perfectly idiotic thing, Clif, and he oughtn't to be allowed to get away with it. He's probably sorry already. Anyway, he will be in the morning, and the morning will be too late. We've got to get him back here to-night—somehow!"
"I wish we could," agreed Clif desperately, "but I
