slightly to catch the railroad tracks and the gleam of the signal
lights.

"I can follow the lights best of all!" he shouted, into Dick's ear.
"It's too dark to see the road."

"All right, follow the railroad right to Ashton," answered the oldest
Rover boy, naming the town that was the railroad station for Brill
College.

The cloudiness increased rapidly, and long before Ashton was gained it
commenced to blow, gently at first, and then stronger and stronger.
Evidently a storm was in the air.

"We are going to catch it!" was Tom's comment.

"Oh, I don't think it will storm just yet," returned Sam.

"Watch yourself, Sam!" cried Dick, warningly. "If the wind gets too
strong bring her down in the first field we come to."

"I will," was the answer.

They were now flying close to the railroad tracks. Presently they saw
a glare of light illuminate the rails and a long line of freight cars,
drawn by a big locomotive, passed beneath them.

"Wish that was going our way-- we could follow it with ease," said
Sam, as the train disappeared from view, leaving the landscape below
darker than ever.