He knew by heart many of the adventures through which Ted Strong had
passed, and often surprised Ted by correcting some inaccuracy which,
through a lapse of memory, Ted had made.
They were sailing across Missouri toward the West, and the boy kept his
face glued to the window, watching for the first glimpse of the golden
West of his fancy. Just at present he saw only farms and little towns,
through which the fast train whizzed without stopping.
The boy knew this sort of country well, and was rather disappointed that
the boundless prairie did not roll before him from horizon to horizon.
Then he turned his attention to the luxury of the car, but being a
healthy boy, this did not impress him long, and he turned to his heroes
for relief.
Bud was sitting comfortably sprawled out on two seats, singing softly to
himself. Bud could not sing a little bit, but he thought he could, which
served his purpose personally quite as well as if he could.
Ben was in the seat behind him, reading. After a while Bud's music, or
the lack of it, got on Ben's nerves, and he reached over and poked Bud
on top of his golden head with the corner of his book.
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