Chot Benson called to his chum Rick Dalton who was racing down the Belemere street with every appearance of being in great haste. He was not going to a train—that was evident, for he was hatless and coatless—and though Rick and the other boys of the seacoast town often went without these pieces of wearing apparel, still they did not start train journeys in this style. And there was no fire—Chot was sure of that, for he would have heard the whistle of the pumping engine at the water tank had there blaze.…
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