OFF THE TRACK
"Well, if he isn't the worst yet," was the comment of the senator's son.
"I hope he isn't waiting for that train," said Shadow. "I don't want to
see any more of him."
"Pooh! who's afraid?" asked Phil. "I guess we can make him keep his
distance."
"I thought I knew him when he came in, but I wasn't sure," said the
restaurant keeper. "The man who runs the hotel, Mr. Brown, had a lot of
trouble with him because he wouldn't pay his bill--said it was too high.
Then he came here once and said the meat wasn't fresh and the bread was
stale and sour. I came close to pitching him out. Don't let him walk
over you--if he does take your train."
"No danger," answered Dave. He had not yet forgotten the rude manner in
which Isaac Pludding had shoved him.
It was soon time for the Oakdale train to arrive, and the students
walked back to the depot. The snow was over a foot deep and still coming
down steadily. The depot was crowded with folks, and among them they
discovered Isaac Pludding, with his valise and a big bundle done up in
brown paper.
"He certainly must be waiting for the train," said Dave; and he was
right. When the cars came to a stop the stout man was the first person
aboard. The students entered another car and secured seats in a bunch as
before.
"By the way, where is Nat Poole?" asked Roger, suddenly. "I didn't see
him get off the other train."
"He got off and walked towards the hotel," answered Phil. "I suppose he
feels rather lonesome."
"That can't be helped," said Sam. "He makes himself so disagreeable that
nobody wants him around."
Just as the train was about to start a boy leaped on the platform of the
car our friends occupied, opened the door, and came in. It was Nat
Poole, and he was all out of breath. He looked for a seat, but could
find none.
"They ought to run more cars on this train," he muttered, to Roger.
"It's a beastly shame to make a fellow stand up."
"Better write to the president of the railroad company about it, Nat,"
answered the senator's son, dryly.
"Maybe there is a seat in the next car," suggested Phil.
Nat Poole shuffled off, looking anything but pleased. Hardly had he gone
when several came in from the car ahead, also looking for seats. Among
them was Isaac Pludding. He had had a seat near a door, but had given it
up to look for something better, and now he had nothing. He glanced
bitterly at the students as he passed, then came back and leaned heavily
against the seat Dave and Roger were occupying. In doing this he almost
knocked Dave's hat from his head.
"I'll thank you to be a little more careful," said Dave, as he put his
hat into place. He felt certain that Isaac Pludding had shoved against
him on purpose.
"Talking to me?" growled the stout man.
"I am. I want you to stop shoving me."
"I've got to stand somewhere."
"Well, you quit shoving me, or you'll get the worst of it," answered
Dave, decidedly.
At that moment the car lurched around a curve and Isaac Pludding bumped
against Dave harder than ever. Thoroughly angry, the youth arose and
faced the stout man.
"If you do that again, I'll have you put off the train," he said.
"That's right, Dave, don't let him walk over you," added Roger.
"If he doesn't know his place, teach it to him," was Phil's comment.
"Have me put off the train?" cried Isaac Pludding. "I'd like to see you
do it! I want you to know I am a stockholder of this line."
"Then it's a shame you don't provide seats for all your passengers."
"That's true, too," remarked a gentleman who was standing close by.
"I don't believe he owns more than one share of stock," observed Sam.
"And that he most likely inherited from his great-granduncle."
"I own five shares!" howled Isaac Pludding. "And I want you to know----"
What he wanted the boys to know they never found out, for at that moment
the train gave another lurch. It came so suddenly that the stout man was
taken completely from his feet and sent sprawling in the aisle on his
back. A valise from a rack over a seat came tumbling down, and, not to
get it on his head, Roger shoved it aside and it struck Isaac Pludding
full on the stomach, causing him to gasp.
[Illustration: Roger shoved it aside and it struck Isaac Pludding full
on the stomach.--_Page 25._]
The boys uttered a shout of laughter, and many other passengers joined
in. The floor of the car was wet from snow, and when Isaac Pludding
scrambled up he was covered with dirt. Dave caught up the valise and
turned it over to Sam, to whom it belonged.
"Who threw that valise on me?" demanded the stout man, eyeing the boys
in rage.
To this there was no answer.
"I guess you threw it," went on Isaac Pludding, and caught Dave by the
arm.
"Let go of me," said Dave, eyeing the man steadily. "I did not throw it.
Let go."
Isaac Pludding wanted to argue the matter, but there was something in
Dave's manner that he did not like. He dropped his hold and drew back a
little.
"Don't you dare to shove me again--not once," continued the youth. "If
you do you'll regret it. I have stood all from you that I am going to
stand."
"Oh, you're no good," muttered the stout man, lamely, and passed on to
the end of the car.
The train was coming to a halt at a place called Raytown. They were now
but eight miles from Oakdale, and the students began to wonder if
anybody would be at that station to meet them.
"If Horsehair comes down with the carryall, he'll have all he can do to
get through the snow," said Dave.
"Perhaps he'll come down with four horses," suggested Roger.
"One thing is certain, Doctor Clay will see to it that we get to Oak
Hall somehow," said Ben.
"What a rickety old railroad this side line is!" declared Phil, as the
car gave several lurches. "It's a wonder they don't fix the track."
"Not enough traffic to make it pay, I fancy," answered Dave. "They carry
more milk and cattle than they do passengers."
It was growing dark and still snowing briskly. The car was cold, and
more than one passenger had to stamp his feet to keep them warm. On they
plunged, through the snow, until of a sudden there came a lurch and a
jerk and then a series of bumps that caused everybody to jump up in
alarm. Then the train came to a stop.
"What's the matter now?"
"I think we must be off the track."
"It's a wonder the train didn't go over."
"It couldn't go over, for we are down in a cut."
As one end of the car was up and the other down, the boys knew something
serious was the matter. Taking up their hand baggage, they followed some
of the passengers outside and jumped down in the snow.
It did not take long to learn the truth of the situation. A turnout on
the track had become clogged with ice, and the locomotive and two cars
had jumped the track and bumped along the ties for a distance of two
hundred feet. Nobody had been hurt, and even the train was not seriously
damaged, although one pair of car-trucks would have to be repaired.
"I don't believe they can get the cars and the locomotive back on the
track right away," said Dave. "They'll have to have the wrecking train
and crew down here."
When appealed to, the conductor said he did not know how soon they would
be able to move again. Probably not in three or four hours, and maybe
not until the next morning.
"I'll have to walk back to Raytown and telegraph to headquarters," he
explained.
"We are in a pickle, and no mistake," was Roger's comment. "I must say I
don't feel like staying on the train all night--it's too cold and
uncomfortable."
In the group of passengers was Isaac Pludding, storming angrily at
everything and everybody.
"It's an outrage!" he declared, to a bystander. "I must get to Oakdale
by seven o'clock. I've got a business deal for some cattle I must close.
If I don't get there, somebody else may buy the cattle."
"I hope he gets left," said Phil, softly.
"So do I," returned Dave.
"If we could only hire a big sleigh and some horses, we might drive to
Oakdale," suggested Ben.
"Hurrah, that's the talk!" cried Dave. "There must be some farmhouse
near here."
"Say, if you can get a sleigh, I'll pay my share, if you'll take me
along," put in Nat Poole, eagerly. He hated to think of being left
behind.
"All right, Nat, I'm willing," said Dave, generously.
"We've got to find the sleigh first," added the senator's son.
"And see if we can get horses enough to pull it," said Ben. "Some
farmers won't let their horses out in such a storm as this--and you
can't blame 'em much, either."
"If we can't get a sleigh, perhaps we can stay at some farmhouse all
night," suggested Sam.
All of the party climbed through the snow to the top of the railroad cut
and then looked around for some buildings.
"I see a light!" cried Phil, and pointed it out, between some bare
trees.
"It's a house; come on," replied Dave, and set off without delay, the
others following. "Who knows but that somebody else may want to ride,
and if so, we want to be first to get a sleigh."
It was rather a toilsome journey to the farmhouse. Between them and the
place were a barn and a cow-shed, and just as they passed the former
there arose a fierce barking, and three big black dogs came bounding
toward the students.
"Look out! The dogs will chew us up!" yelled Nat Poole, in terror, and
started to retreat.
"Down!" called out Dave, who was still in advance. "Down, I say!
Charge!" But instead of obeying, the big dogs continued to approach
until they were within a dozen feet of the students. Then they lined up,
growled fiercely, and showed their teeth.
"Let us get into the barn," suggested Roger, and flung open a door that
was handy. Into the building they went pell-mell, Dave being the last to
enter. One dog made a dart at the youth's leg, but Dave gave him a kick
that sent him back. Then the door was slammed shut and latched, and the
students found themselves in utter darkness.
"Wonder if they can get in any other way?" asked Phil, after a second of
silence, during which they heard the dogs barking outside.
"I doubt if any of the doors are open in this storm," answered Shadow.
"Let us get up in--in the loft!" suggested Nat Poole. He was as white as
the snow outside and his teeth were chattering from something else
besides the cold.
"That's a good idea," said Dave. "But we must have a light to learn
where the loft is. Anybody got a match?"
Nobody had such an article, and a groan went up. Nat Poole was appealed
to, for the others knew he had been smoking on the train.
"My matchbox is empty," said he. "I am going to hunt for the loft ladder
in the dark."
"Be careful, or you may run into some troublesome horse," cautioned
Dave.
The boys moved slowly around in the dark. They could hear the sounds of
several horses feeding and the barking of the dogs. Then, quite
unexpectedly, came the cracking of a board, a yell of alarm from Nat
Poole, and a loud splash.
"Help! I am drowning! Save me!"