“Yes, I guess yo’ could drive there,” the agent replied. “But I wouldn’t advise yo’ to, after dark. The roads are bad and dangerous. Why can’t yo’ wait until mornin’?”
“We’re too anxious,” declared Bob.
“Can’t we telegraph?” inquired Ned.
“The telegraph office is closed after supper,” announced the agent, and, with their last hope gone, of getting any particulars that night, the boys turned away. They went back to the hotel.
“We’ll tell the professor,” said Bob. “Maybe he can help us out.”
When the scientist was made acquainted with the news he was much surprised.
“That spoils my plan of catching the prize butterfly,” he remarked. “I’ve got to make other arrangements.”
“Did you ever have anything lost by a railroad?” asked Jerry.
“Once.”