"Ugh!" said Tom. "I wasn't thinking of this when I said it suited
me to death." All made the best of it, and luckily the storm did
not last over twenty-four hours, when the sun came out warmly, and
that was the last of the rain while the encampment lasted.
A week had passed by when one afternoon Dick, Tom, and Sam
received permission to visit the town of Rootville, a mile away.
They were not to be gone not over three hours, and were to
purchase some medicine needed by several cadets who had taken cold
during the damp spell.
The boys walked to Rootville in high spirits, and readily procured
the drugs desired, then they wandered around from place taking in
the sights.
There was a depot, and as natural they drifted thither, and into
the waiting room. Here almost the first persons they saw was
Arnold Baxter and Buddy the tramp thief.
"Gracious!" burst from Dick's lips, and then he pulled Tom and Sam
back. "Here is a chance at last to arrest that thief!"
"That's so!" cried Tom. "Wait, I saw a policeman outside. I'll
call him," and he darted off. While Dick and Sam awaited Tom's
reappearance, they noticed that Baxter and Buddy were holding a
conversation of great interest.
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