"
So speaking, Dick walked away, and Tom and Sam followed him. Baxter
shook his fist at them, and Jasper Grinder did the same.
"They're a bad team," said Tom, as they walked to the hotel. "If they
try, perhaps they can give us lots of trouble."
CHAPTER XI.
HOME FOR THE HOLIDAYS.
"Hurrah! Here we are again! How natural Oak Run looks!" exclaimed Tom on
the following day, as the long train came to a halt at their station and
they piled out on to the narrow platform.
"There is old Nat Ricks, the station master," said Sam. "Remember how
you nearly scared him to death once by putting a big fire-cracker in the
waste paper he was burning and then telling him a yarn about dynamite
being around?"
"Well, I just guess I do," answered Tom, with a grin. "Hullo, Mr.
Ricks!" he called out. "How are you this fine and frosty morning?"
"Putty well, Tom," grumbled the old station master. "Been troubled a lot
lately with rheumatism."
"That's too bad, Mr. Ricks. Caught it hoisting trunks into the cars, I
suppose.
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