“Have you told anybody what train you were going to take, or anything like that?” questioned Tom Rover, when the last of the packing had been done.
“No, we haven’t told anybody that,” answered Randy. Neither he nor the other boys suspected that the stranger who had introduced himself as Joe Brooks had been spying on them.
“Well, I’m glad to hear that,” answered Tom Rover. “Of course, it might not make any difference; but, on the other hand, there is no use in taking chances.”
At last came the hour for departure. Dick Rover and his brother Sam saw the crowd off at the Pennsylvania Station.
“Have the best time you can,” said Dick to his son. “And don’t forget to write.”
“And you take care of yourself, Dad, and don’t work too hard,” answered Jack. “Take a day off now and then—it will do you good.”
“If you hear anything from that Carson Davenport, let me know at once,” went on Dick to Tom.
“I sure will!” answered the father of the twins. “And if you hear anything, you must let us know, too.”
“We will,” put in Sam Rover. And then it was almost time for the train to depart, and the five travelers clambered aboard.
The boys had reserved two whole sections, so there was plenty of room for everybody and for the hand baggage. They were soon out of the tunnel and flying across the Jersey meadows on the first stage of their trip westward.