He forgot his beautiful air castle, and even let Annie Lee slip from his mind for the time being.

Those towns upon the Kennebec, the two hundred books he was to sell, loomed up before him, for it was with them he had to do.
Grasping the little valise he carried with him, he was hastening out of the station house when a hand was placed upon his shoulder.
"Got off slick--didn't I ?" said Tom Spicer, placing himself by Bobby's side.
"You here, Tom!" exclaimed our hero, gazing with astonishment at his late companion.
It was not an agreeable encounter, and from the bottom of his heart Bobby wished him any where but where he was.

He foresaw that he could not easily get rid of him.
"I am here," replied Tom.

"I ran through the woods to the depot, and got aboard the cars just as they were starting.

The old man couldn't come it over me quite so slick as that." "But you ran away from home." "Well, what of it ?" "A good deal, I should say." "If you had been in my place, you would have done the same." "I don't know about that; obedience to parents is one of our first duties." "I know that; and if I had had any sort of fair play, I wouldn't have run away." "What do you mean by that ?" asked Bobby, somewhat surprised, though he had a faint idea of the meaning of the other.
"I will tell you all about it by and by.