He ran after the runaway. Busy Izzy was at his ear in a moment:

"What's the matter with him? Who is he? What's he been doing? Is he
trying to get aboard that freight? What do you want of him?"

"Oh, hush! hush!" begged Tom. "Your clatter would deafen one." Then
he shouted to Hatfield: "Hold on, there! the train will be in soon.
Come back!"

Hatfield stopped and turned back with a scowl. Tom grinned at him
cheerfully and added:

"Might as well take it easy. Dad says you're to go along with us, so
I advise you to stick close."

"Pleasant-looking young dog," said Bob, in an undertone. "What's he
done?"

"I don't know that he has done anything," returned Tom, in the same
low tone. "But we're going to take him with us to Scarboro. That is
the place he has run away from."

"Did he run away from home?" demanded Isadore Phelps. "What for?"

"I don't know. But don't you ask him!" commanded Tom. "He wouldn't
tell you, anyway; he won't tell father. But don't nag him, Izzy."

To the great surprise of the young folks, when the train bound north
came along, there was a private car attached to it, and in that car