Harry Oswald. Give us a lift to Oak Run, will you?"

"Certainly, Mr. Darrel," answered the grocery boy, and brought his
store wagon to a stop. The farmer leaped to the seat, and Dick
followed.

On the way Harry Oswald was made acquainted with the situation,
and he drove along with all possible speed. They were just
entering the outskirts of Oak Run when the whistle of a locomotive
was heard.

"That's the down train for Middletown cried Joel Darrel. "Hurry
up!"

The horse was whipped up, and they swept along to the depot at a
speed which made the constable of the town shake his fist at Harry
and threaten to arrest him for fast driving.

"Too late!"

The words came from Dick, and he was right. Before the depot was
reached the long train had pulled out. Soon it was lost to sight
in the distance.

The thief was on it; and his escape, for the time being, was now
assured.