The chief went straight to the ticket office, where he engaged the agent in conversation.
"No Rome for us now," declared Hal. "Come on."
He led the way out of the station and directly stood in the train shed. The boy heard a cry of "All aboard" and saw that a train was about to pull out.
"Don't know where it is going, but we'll get it!" he cried, and Uncle John followed him in his mad dash. By a hard run they succeeded in climbing into an unoccupied compartment even as the guard would have closed the door.
"Where do you suppose we are bound?" asked Uncle John, as he sat down, panting.
"Don't know," was Hal's reply. "We'll find out directly."
A few minutes later the conductor enlightened them.
"Milan," he said.