"I'll see if there are any letters," said the postmaster, and went
off. He returned with a picture postal for Mrs. Randolph Rover and two
advertising circulars for her husband. There were also a newspaper and
a magazine for the boys' father.
"And is that all?" asked Dick, his heart sinking.
"That's all."
"Not worth coming for," muttered Tom as they turned away.
"The mail didn't come in this morning," shouted the postmaster after
them. "You'll have to wait for more stuff until the train arrives at
Oak Run."
"Let us go over to the Run and see if we can learn anything about the
trains," said Sam, a spark of hope springing up in his breast.
They drove over the river, and as they did so they heard the whistle
of a locomotive.
"Something is coming," cried Dick.
"Perhaps it's only the night freight," returned Tom.
When they reached the depot the train was standing there. It was the
morning accommodation, nine hours late. They saw some mail bags thrown
off and also several express boxes and packages.
Curiosity prompted Dick to inspect the express goods. He uttered a cry
of joy.
"A box for us!" he exclaimed. "And from Cedarville!"
"Where?" cried Tom and Sam, and ran forward to look the box over. It
was two feet long and a foot high, and equally deep, and was addressed
to R., T. and S. Rover.
"From the girls, I'll bet a snowball!" cried Tom joyfully.
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