"It's the train boy!" he exclaimed joyfully. Fred had set out to call upon Joshua that evening, and had chanced to see him going into the station house with the confidence man. He had followed to find out what it meant. There was one who was not so well pleased to see him. Ferdinand Morris turned pale, and tried to make his escape. "Excuse me," he said. "I am faint, and must get out into the air." But Fred stood in his way. "Not so fast, Mr. Ferdinand Morris," he said. "What trick are you up to now?" "Do you know this man, Fred?" asked the sergeant, who had known the train boy for three years, for he lived only one block away on the same street. "Yes, sir, he stole the wallet of this young man on my train on the Erie less than a week since." "But he said the prisoner stole his ring." "He left the ring in Mr. Bascom's pocket, when he was feeling for the wallet." "This is a great mistake," said Morris, hurriedly. "I never saw this train boy before, and haven't traveled on the Erie road for a year." "This man is telling a falsehood," said Fred. "Will you swear that he was on your train and robbed this countryman?" asked the sergeant. "Yes, sir." "Is there any officer who recognizes him?" the sergeant inquired, looking round the room. "I do," answered a stout policeman, who just then entered the station house. "I arrested him six months since, but he managed to slip away." "The prisoner is discharged," said the sergeant. "Hold the complainant instead." To his great joy Joshua was set free, and Mr. Morris, alias Hale, was collared by a policeman, though he made a desperate struggle to escape. "I'll get even with you, boy!" said Morris savagely, addressing Fred. "Come along, Mr. Bascom," said Fred. "I presume you don't care to stay here any longer." "Not if I know it," said Joshua, fervently. "If I live till to-morrow morning, I'll start back to Barton. I've seen all I want to of York. I won't feel safe till I get home, in sight of the old meetin' house. I wouldn't have dad know I'd been arrested for a load of pumpkins." CHAPTER IX. A LONG TRIP. Fred appeared at the depot the next morning the superintendent said to him, "I shall have to change your train to-day. You will wait for the nine o'clock train for Suspension Bridge." "When shall I get there?" The superintendent, referring to his schedule of trains, answered, "At 11.44 to-night. The boy who usually goes on this train is sick." "When shall I return?" "Let me see, it is Saturday. If you would like to stay over a day and see Niagara Falls, you can do so, and start on your return Monday morning at 8.35. How do you like the arrangement?" "Very much. I was only thinking how I could get word to my mother. She will feel anxious if I am not back at the usual time." "You might send her a note by a telegraph messenger." At this moment Fred espied a boy of his acquaintance in the street outside. "Here, Charlie Schaeffer," he called, "do you want to earn a quarter?"