They were just
entering the outskirts of Oak Run when the whistle of a locomotive
was heard.
"That's the down train for Middletown cried Joel Darrel. "Hurry
up!"
The horse was whipped up, and they swept along to the depot at a
speed which made the constable of the town shake his fist at Harry
and threaten to arrest him for fast driving.
"Too late!"
The words came from Dick, and he was right. Before the depot was
reached the long train had pulled out. Soon it was lost to sight
in the distance.
The thief was on it; and his escape, for the time being, was now
assured.
CHAPTER IV
THE LAST DAY AT THE FARM
"What does this mean?"
It was Gilbert Ponsberry, the chief constable of Oak Run, who
spoke, as he strode up to the grocery wagon, all out of breath.
"Hullo, Ponsberry, you are just the man we want to see!" cried
Joel Darrel. "Did you notice who boarded that train?"
"No; I wasn't at the depot. Anything wrong?"
"I have been robbed of a gold watch and chain," answered Dick, and
related the particulars.
"Gee shoo! No wonder you drove fast," ejaculated the constable.
"I would have done so myself. How did that fellow look?"
As well as he was able, Dick gave a description of the thief.
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