“Now for a good time!” exclaimed Ned, as the train pulled out of the Cresville depot. “I’ve always wanted to visit California, and now I’m going to.”
“We certainly ought to enjoy ourselves,” agreed Jerry.
The travelers made good time to Chicago, little of incident occurring on the trip. When they got to the Windy City, they found they would have to wait several hours for a connecting train, and they put in the time seeing the sights.
When they returned to the depot they found the professor busy over some scientific book, sitting as undisturbed in the station, filled as it was with shifting crowds, as if he was in his quiet study at the museum.
“The train will be here in about fifteen minutes,” he informed the boys. “Better sit down and wait.”
The three chums were rather tired, and were glad enough to take their places on the comfortable benches.
“Chicago is a great place,” announced Bob. “That restaurant, where we had dinner—”
“Can’t you say something that hasn’t got any eating in it?” asked Ned. “You’re the limit, you are.”
“Well,” said Bob, “they certainly had fine pie in that place. I wish—”
He stopped suddenly, as Jerry help up his hand to indicate silence.