his brow.
About two hundred feet past the shack, on the right side of
the tracks grew a large oak tree. Every day at two o'clock the
boys met there before heading to the station to play chess with
Gabby. They crossed the tracks and headed toward the tree.
Exhausted from the heat, they dropped to the ground in the
shade. Wilson silently studied the shack as they rested.
The hobo stepped out of the doorway and closed it securely
behind him. He limped up the tracks a short distance, then
turned left and headed through a large wheat field toward town.
"Let's follow him," Wilson whispered. Without waiting for
Matt's reply, he darted through some weeds and slid down into a
nearby ditch.
Matt followed him then grabbed the back of his shirt.
"What are you doing?"
"I want to know where he's going. Don't you?"
"Not really," Matt said.
"What if he's going to kidnap someone right this second?"
Wilson said. "We could stop him."
"What if he's got a gun?" Matt said. "We could get shot!"
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