They imagined that something had
happened to their old friend, and it worried them. If he was
dangerously hurt, as might be, for he was constantly experimenting
in a small way, it would mean that a great change must take place
in their lives.
"What do you suppose can have happened?" asked Mark, as he and
Jack went to their rooms to get ready to leave the college.
"I haven't the least idea. Maybe he wants us to go on another
trip."
Mark finished packing, and Jack was not far behind him. Then the
lads went to the railroad station, where they purchased tickets
for home and were soon on a train. On the journey they could not
help but refer occasionally to the telegram, though Jack kept
insisting that nothing so serious had happened. Mark was not
quite in such good spirits.
"Well, here we are," announced Jack, about three hours later, as
the train pulled into a small station. "And there's Washington
on the platform waiting for us."
Jack hurried out of the car, followed by Mark.
"Hello, Wash!" cried the fat lad. "How are you? Catch this
valise!" and he threw it to the colored man before the train had
come to a stop.
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