"Don't be alarmed -- it was only a firecracker," called out Tom,
loud enough for all standing around to bear, and then he ran for
the train, which had just come in. Soon he and his brothers were
on board and off, leaving poor Ricks to be heartily laughed at by
those who had observed his sudden terror. It was many a day
before the cranky station master heard the last of his dynamite.
The boys were to ride from Oak Run to Ithaca, and there take a
small steamer which ran from that city to the head of the lake,
stopping at Cedarville, the nearest village to Putnam Hall. At
Cedarville one of the Hall conveyances was to meet them, to
transfer both them and their baggage to the institution.
The run to Ithaca proved uneventful although the boys did not tire
of looking out of the window at the beautiful panorama rushing
past them. At noon they had lunch in the dining car, a spread
that Sam declared was about as good as a regular dinner. Three
o'clock in the afternoon found them at the steamboat landing,
waiting for the Golden Star to take them up to Cedarville.
"Fred Garrison, by all that's lucky!" burst out Tom suddenly, as
he rushed up to a youth of about his own age who sat on a trunk
eating an apple.
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