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Don couldn’t allow Dot to take the lead in this exciting adventure, but he could not speak with his mouth full, so he slyly dropped the gum in one palm and held his hand in his pocket. Then he was free to take his part.

“Which is the nearest stop to 23rd Street?” asked he.

“Well, we will now stop at the Erie Station; next is Jersey City, and so on till we reach Newark. Why?” replied the man.

“I’m thinking we could get off and take some car back.”

“That’s what you’ll have to do anyway, ’cause you haven’t any ticket to show. But I don’t see how you are goin’ to ride back again widdout payin’ at all!” explained the man.

Then a light seemed to break in upon them at the same time! They caught hold of the guard’s coat and laughed:

“Don’t you see! Ned had all the money and tickets, so he dropped them for us when he went through the gateway!”

“And diden’ you’se spend your ticket money for candy?” asked the guard, suspiciously, as he knew the weakness of youngsters, having a brood at home.

“Cross my heart, we didn’t! I used my week’s spending money. Last week I didn’t earn any cuz I owed it all!” said Don, anxiously.