Dunston Porter and the boys were to go to New York City and there transfer to Jersey City for the train bound South. All had comfortable seats together.
“It’s going to be quite a trip,” said Roger, as he settled back to gaze at the swiftly-moving panorama of fields covered with snow.
“Yes, and we are going to journey from winter into summer,” added Phil. “It’s good we remembered that when we packed our suit-cases. At first I was going to put in nothing but heavy clothing.”
“I am glad we heard from Luke,” said Dave. “That gives us a little to work on. I hope the Emma Brown, or whatever her name may be, hasn’t sailed yet.”
“Won’t Merwell and Jasniff be surprised if we do locate them?” said the senator’s son. “I suppose they think we are at home.”
The car was only half-filled with passengers, so the boys and Dunston Porter had plenty of room, and they moved around from one seat to another. So the time passed quickly enough, until they rolled into the Grand Central Station, in New York.
“Well, little old New York looks as busy as ever,” was Phil’s comment, as they stepped out on the street. “Are we to transfer to Jersey City at once?”
“Yes,” answered Dunston Porter. “We’ll take the subway and the river tube, and get there in no time.”
Riding through the tube under the Hudson River was a new experience for the lads and they rather enjoyed it. The train of steel cars rushed along at a good rate of speed, and almost before they knew it, they were in New Jersey and being hoisted up in an elevator to the train-shed.
“Coast Line Express!” was the cry at one of the numerous gates to the tracks, and thither the party hurried. Willing porters took their baggage, and a minute later they found themselves in an elegant Pullman car. Dunston Porter had telegraphed ahead for sleeping accommodations, and they had two double seats opposite each other, directly in the middle of the car.