They helped him wring out his clothes and they were hung up to dry, while he donned some spare garments.
“Now for Titusville!” cried Jerry, as he speeded up the motor.
They reached the city about noon, and as they wanted to get the boat ready for another overland journey they decided to have dinner on board before going ashore to make their arrangements.
When they got to the freight office they found that the cradle, in which the Dartaway was to be shipped, had arrived. They engaged men to get the boat from the water, and, having seen it safely put on a flat car for shipment, they bought their tickets for Kissimmee City, where they were again to begin water travel.
Though the railway journey was interesting, and gave the boys glimpses of persons and scenery they were unfamiliar with, they were anxious for it to be over so they might again feel the throb of the Dartaway’s engine.
Owing to a wreck on the road they missed connections and they had to lay over one night at a small village. The next day travel was slow, and they did not reach Kissimmee City until nightfall.
“I hope our boat’s here,” said Jerry as he got off the train. “These railroads don’t have enough travel to make them as fast as those in the north.”
“Maybe it was in the freight wreck that delayed us,” suggested Bob.
“There you go, Old Calamity Howler!” exclaimed Ned. “What do you want to go suggesting any such thing as that for?”
“I didn’t mean anything,” responded Bob, rather surprised at Ned’s explosion.