The ponies were at the door now. The light wagon was a roomy one; but, when Dab"s trunk had been put in, there was barely room left for the ladies, and Dab and Ham had to walk to the station.
"I"m kind o" glad of it," said Dab.
It was a short walk, and a silent one; but when they came in sight of the platform, Dab exclaimed,--
"There they are,--all of them!"
"The whole party?"
"Why, the platform"s as crowded as our house was last night."
Mrs. Kinzer and her daughters were already the centre of a talkative crowd of young people; and Ford Foster and Frank Harley, with Joe and Fuz Hart, were asking what had become of Dab, for the train was in sight.
A moment later, as the puffing locomotive pulled up in front of the water-tank, the conductor stepped out on the platform, exclaiming,--
"Look a-here, folks, this ain"t right. If there was going to be a picnic you ought to have sent word, and I"d have tacked on an extra car. You"ll have to pack in now, best you can."
He seemed much relieved when he found how small a part of that crowd were to be his pa.s.sengers.
"Dab," said Ford, "this is your send-off, not ours. You"ll have to make a speech."
Dab did want to say something; but he had just kissed his sisters and his mother, and half a dozen of his school-girl friends had followed the example of Jenny Walters; and then Mrs. Foster had kissed him, and Ham Morris had shaken hands with him; and Dab could not have said a word to have saved his life.
"Speech!" whispered Ford mischievously, as Dab stepped upon the car-platform; but d.i.c.k Lee, who had just escaped from the tremendous hug his mother had given him, and had got his breath again, came to his friend"s relief in the nick of time. d.i.c.k felt, as he afterwards explained, that he "must shout, or he should go off;" and so, at the top of his shrill voice he shouted,--
"Hurrah for Cap"n Kinzer! Dar ain"t no better feller lef long shoah!"
And then, amid a chorus of cheers and laughter, and a grand waving of white handkerchiefs, the engine gave a deep, hysterical cough, and hurried the train away.
Three homesteads by the Long Island sh.o.r.e were lonely enough that evening, and they were all likely to be lonelier still before they got fairly accustomed to the continued absence of "those boys."
It was well understood that the Fosters had determined to prolong their "summer in the country" until the arrival of cold weather, they had found all things so pleasant; and the Kinzers were well pleased with that, as Samantha remarked,--
"If it"s only to compare letters. I do hope Dabney will write as soon as he gets there, and tell us all about it."
"He will," said his mother; but Ham"s face put on a somewhat doubtful look.
"I"m not quite sure about Dab," he said slowly. "If things ain"t just right, he"s the sort of boy that wouldn"t say a word about it. Well, I must say I liked what I saw of Mrs. Myers"s notions about feeding people."
CHAPTER XXV.
THE BOYS ON THEIR TRAVELS. A GREAT CITY, AND A GREAT DINNER.
The conductor of that train need not have been much alarmed at falling in with a "picnic" of any moderate size, for he would have had room in his train to seat a good part of it, at least.
The boys had no difficulty in getting seats "all together." That is, they found four empty ones, two on each side, right opposite; and when they had turned over the front seats, there they were. Ford and Frank were facing Dabney and d.i.c.k on the right; and the two Hart boys were facing each other on the left, each with a whole seat to himself.
Almost the first thing Joe did, after taking possession, was to lean over, and whisper,--
"Look out, Fuz,--keep your secret."
"Catch me spoiling a good joke."
The other party seemed disposed to keep pretty quiet for a while; the first break of any consequence, in the silence, coming when Ford Foster exclaimed,--
"Dab, it was right along here."
"What was?"
"Where the pig had his collision with my train, first time I was over here."
"Did you hear him squeal?" asked Frank, as he peered through the window.
"The pig? No; but you ought to have heard the engine squeal, when it saw him coming."
The story had to be all told over again, of course, and did good service in getting their thoughts in order for the trip before them. Up to the mention of the pig, it had somehow seemed to Dab as if the railway-platform at the station, and all the people on it, had kept company with the train; and Frank Harley found himself calculating the distance between that car and the "mission" at Rangoon in far-away India.
As for Ford Foster, he stood in less need of any "pig" than the rest, from the fact that he had a large-sized idea in his head.
He kept it there, too, until that train pulled up within reaching distance of one of the Brooklyn ferries. Before them lay the swift tide of the broad East River; and beyond that, with its borders of crowded docks and bristling masts, lay the streets and squares, and swarmed the mult.i.tudes, of the great city of New York.
"Ford," said Dabney, "you"re captain this time. What are we to do now?"
"Well, if I ain"t captain, I guess I"d better do a little steering. We must give our checks to the expressman, and have our luggage carted over to the Grand Central Depot."
"Will it be sure to get there in good time?"
"Of course it wouldn"t if we were in any hurry; but our train doesn"t leave until three o"clock, and the express won"t fail to have it there before that."
Ford was all alive with the responsibilities of his position, as the only boy in the party who had been born in the city, and had travelled all over it, and a little out of it.
"Joe and Fuz," he said, "will want to take the night boat for Albany.
They"ve more time on their hands than we have. Joe?--Fuz?--why can"t you come along with us after you"ve checked your trunks? We"ll be getting dinner before long."
The Hart boys promptly a.s.sented, after a look at each other, and a sort of chuckle.
"Might as well keep together," said Joe. "We"d like to take a look at things."
"Come along. I"ll show you."
Frank Harley had seen quite a number of great cities, and he could hardly help saying something about them while they were going over on the ferryboat. They were all as far forward as they could get.
"Did you ever see any thing just like this?" asked Dab.