“Leave it with the agent, and have him store it for us,” replied Jerry. “I guess we’re in plenty of time, fellows,” he cried with a look at his watch. “I thought it was later.”
He stopped the car with a screech of brakes at the station, and jumped out.
“You fellows get out the baggage, and I’ll see to the tickets!” he cried.
“Don’t leave any of my specimens!” cried the professor.
Jerry rushed up to the ticket agent behind his little barred window.
“Four tickets through to Denver!” exclaimed the tall lad. “On the Limited! We’ve got quite some baggage and I’d like to leave our auto in your care. We’ll pay you well.”
“The Limited pulled out of here about an hour ago,” said the man. “You’re too late.”
“Too late? Why it isn’t nine o’clock yet!” and Jerry looked at his watch.
“Guess you must be wrong, friend,” spoke the agent. “That clock is standard time for this section of the country.”