In due time the car, packed with the Gwynne household goods and
treasures and in charge of the two superlatively happy boys, with Rosie
and Rover to aid in providing them with sustenance and protection, set
forth, Westward Ho! Mr. Gwynne rode in the caboose of the train to
which his car was attached. Mrs. Gwynne and the girls were to follow
by passenger train and would doubtless be found awaiting them on their
arrival at Winnipeg.

The journey westward was to the boys full of interest and adventure.
At Toronto they picked up a stowaway, who, taking advantage of their
absence, boarded the car and made himself a bed behind some bales of
hay. Upon discovery by Rover, he made so piteous an appeal for refuge
from some pursuing terror which he declined to specify, that the boys
agreed to conceal him a night and a day till they were well on their
way along the north shore of Lake Superior. When Larry's conscience made
further concealment a burden greater than could be borne, Mr. Gwynne
was taken into the boys' confidence and, after protest, agreed to make
arrangement with the railroad authorities whereby Sam--for that was the
stowaway's name--might retain his place in the car.

He was a poor, wretched creature, reminding Larry of the scarecrow which
he had put up in their garden the summer before. He was thin beyond
anything the boys had ever seen. His face was worn and old and came to
a peak at the nose, which gave him the appearance of a monster rat, a
resemblance emphasised by the little blinking, red-rimmed eyes. His hair
was closely cropped and of brilliant carrotty colour.

But he had seen life in a great city and had gathered a store of
worldly wisdom, not all of which was for his good, and a repertoire