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  CHAPTER VI

  CADMUS

  “Look out!” shouted Dave suddenly.

  In his eagerness to recover his horse, the man who had just come up tothe scene of the capture ran directly up to the animal to promptlyretreat in some dismay.

  Without trying to break away from Dave the horse began to move rapidlyin a half circle, using tail, rear hoofs and body as a menace againstthe approach of its master. Dave gave the animal another cookie, whichquieted it down. However, the horse kept a constant eye on the man, whodid not venture to approach any nearer.

  “Well, well, well,” laughed the man in a comical way, “this is a newstunt for Cadmus. Why, I thought we were friends, old fellow,” he added,addressing the horse.

  “Did he run away from you?” inquired Dave.

  “First chance he got—and the only one, so far.”

  “How is that?” asked Dave curiously.

  “He was raised a pet.”

  “Anybody can see that.”

  “Never heard of Cadmus?”

  “Not until you called him that,” replied Dave.

  “Well, Cadmus is a famous racer.”

  “He looks it.”

  “Oh, he’s made his name. Isn’t that so, beauty?”

  “Take care,” again warned Dave. “Cadmus is still a little nervous.”

  In fact the horse had resented any nearer approach of its master. Davealmost fancied that the intelligent animal pressed up close to himself,as if asking protection.

  “Thinks he’s going to get the whip for breaking the rules,” said theman. “I’ll discipline him on feed, but I never strike one of my horses.I say, youngster, you’ve done me an immense favor. Will you carry it alittle farther?”

  “I’ll try,” replied Dave willingly.

  “If you was going my way”—and the speaker nudged his shoulder down theroad in the direction from which he had just come.

  “Oh, any way suits me,” responded Dave quickly.

  “Then I wish you would lead the horse till we get to the car. Cadmusseems to have taken quite a fancy to you.”

  “He belongs in a car?” asked Dave, a little vaguely.

  “Why, yes,” replied the man, with a stare at Dave as if he supposed heknew that. “We’re taking Cadmus to Brompton. They switched us in theyards, and some one left the car door open, and Cadmus made his break.”

  “Oh, I understand now,” said Dave quickly, and then an eager thoughtcame into his mind, as he wondered if this lucky incident might lead tohis finding a way out of Brookville unnoticed.

  The last cookie in Dave’s hands kept Cadmus quiet and friendly untilthey reached the railroad yards. The man piloted the way among a networkof tracks, and finally along a string of freight cars standing beside aplanked roadway.

  “Here we are,” he reported.

  Dave noticed that the man had halted beside a light colored car bearingthe words: “Palace Horse Car.” A small colored boy dressed in a horsejockey’s jacket, and a big husky fellow who looked like the hostler,were tilting a slanting platform up to the big door at one end of thecar.

  It took some persuasion to get Cadmus to go up this cleated platform,but it was finally accomplished. Dave looked around the car with someadmiration.

  “It deserves its name, ‘Palace’, doesn’t it,” he asked of the owner ofthe horse, who seemed greatly relieved to find the animal housed oncemore safe and sound.

  “You ought to see the accommodations we have in a trip across thecontinent,” returned the horseman. “This is nothing to it.”

  “This is pretty fine, to my way of thinking,” declared Dave.

  Fully one half of the car was given up to Cadmus. The box stall at oneend was padded and cushioned to guard against jarring. The feed box wasof porcelain, and the light blanket they put on Cadmus was as fine as asilk bedquilt.

  “Come in, youngster,” invited the horseman, when he had seen that Cadmuswas attended to properly.

  He led Dave into a partitioned-off apartment, comfortable as a boudoirin the Pullman sleeper. There was a couch, a table and plush coveredeasy chairs. Into one of the chairs Dave sank.

  “I calculated I’d have had some trouble in getting that horse if youhadn’t come along,” asserted the man.

  “Oh, when Cadmus got through playing he would have been docile enough,”suggested Dave.

  “And made me miss railroad connections and a big race to-morrow,” addedthe horseman. “See, here,” and he glanced into a pocket book he hadtaken out, and then drew a long slim book and a fountain pen fromanother pocket, “what’s your name?”

  “Why,” hesitated Dave, “what do you want to know for?”

  “I want to give you a check.”

  “What for?”

  “To fix you out for your trouble.”

  “I wouldn’t know where to cash it,” declared Dave. “Besides, if you wantto fix me out, as you call it, there’s another way that would please mebetter.”

  “Just name it, youngster.”

  “This car goes to Brompton you told me, I think?”

  “Yes, we start in about an hour.”

  “Well, sir,” observed Dave, “if you will give me a free ride that far, Iwill consider that you have paid me a hundred times over for the littleI’ve done for you.”

  “Little you’ve done for me?” cried the horseman. “I suppose you don’tconsider that Cadmus is just about worth his weight in gold to me. Now,see here,” and the man took the pocket book out again and drew forth twobills. “There’s all the currency I’ve got with me—two fives. You’ll takethem.”

  “No, sir,” began Dave.

  “You’ll take them, I said,” repeated the man in a forceful way. “Andyou’ll give me your name and address, and promise that if ever you needa friend you’ll send word to Amos Baker. Here’s my card.”

  Money and card were thrust on Dave in spite of himself.

  “My name is Dave Dashaway,” he said, “but I have no address, and don’tknow how soon I may have.”

  “Oh, is that so?” observed the horseman, eyeing his companion curiously.

  “Yes, sir. The truth is I’m leaving home in a hurry—but that cannotinterest you.”

  “Yes, it will,” echoed the horseman. “Tell us all about it, lad. Maybe Ican give you some advice that will help you out.”

  Dave told his story, and his auditor listened to it with greatattention.

  “I like your pluck, and your plan to get to Fairfield is all right,”said the horseman. “We’ll be at Brompton in three hours. You’ve now gotmoney enough to carry you to Fairfield and a good deal farther. Yourgoing to Brompton is carrying you directly out of your route, you canride as far as that, though, get off there and take the first train forFairfield, see?”

  “I shall never forget all your kindness, Mr. Baker,” said Davegratefully.

  Just as a locomotive hitched onto the train of which the stock car was apart, Mr. Baker called in the colored boy. He gave him some orders, andin a few minutes quite a repast was spread out on the table from severalhampers in the car.

  The train reached Brompton after midnight. Mr. Baker shook handsheartily with Dave.

  “I reckon nobody will be hanging around looking for you at this time ofnight,” he observed. “Good luck to you, youngster. If you have anyfurther trouble with that pesky guardian of yours, drop me a line andI’ll appear on the scene. Write occasionally, anyhow. I’ll be glad tohear how you are getting along. If some mean people don’t interfere, itwill be in a good way, for you’re the right kind of a boy to make asuccess, Dave Dashaway, and Amos Baker says it.”

  The freight train had stopped at a crossing, and as it moved on Dave hadto walk down the tracks nearly one-half a mile to reach the railroaddepot.

  Dave trudged on hopefully to meet his first experience in a big city.

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