You're not--um--you're not in trouble with the police ?" "No, sir." "All right.

Get back on the first train." Clint sighed with relief as he returned the telephone to the desk.
"Was he very waxy ?" asked Amy anxiously.
"Not very, I reckon," Clint replied.

"He wants us to beat it back and see him at once." "I can scarcely restrain my eagerness," murmured Amy.
"What train were you thinking of taking ?" asked the Chief, drawing the telephone toward him again.
"They said there was one at nine-forty-six," replied Clint, "but this--this officer says it doesn't stop at Brimfield." "We'll soon find out, boys." The Chief consulted a time-table and nodded.

"Brimfield at ten-fifteen." He looked at the big clock on the wall.

"Seven-forty-five," he muttered.