I always said you were a cool one;" and Gus patted Frank's back with a look of great admiration, for, now that it was all over, he considered it a very remarkable performance.
"Which do you suppose it will be, fine or imprisonment ?" asked Frank, after sitting in a despondent attitude for a moment.
"Shouldn't wonder if it was both.

Running off with an engine is no joke, you know." "What did possess me to be such a fool ?" groaned Frank, repenting, all too late, of yielding to the temptation which assailed him.
"Bear up, old fellow, I'll stand by you; and if the worst comes, I'll call as often as the rules of the prison allow," said Gus, consolingly, as he gave his afflicted friend an arm, and they walked away, both feeling that they were marked men from that day forth.
Meantime, Joe, as soon as he recovered from the shock of seeing the boys actually go off, ran away, as fast as his legs could carry him, to prepare Mrs.Minot for the loss of her son; for the idea of their coming safely back never occurred to him, his knowledge of engines being limited.

A loud ring at the bell brought Mrs.Pecq, who was guarding the house, while Mrs.Minot entertained a parlor full of company.
"Frank's run off with No.

11, and he'll be killed sure.

Thought I'd come up and tell you," stammered Joe, all out of breath and looking wild.
He got no further, for Mrs.Pecq clapped one hand over his mouth, caught him by the collar with the other, and hustled him into the ante-room before any one else could hear the bad news.
"Tell me all about it, and don't shout.