The long express had rolled into the great depot and the porters were busy brushing up the passengers in the parlor cars and gathering together their baggage—and incidentally, the tips which were forthcoming.
The Rover boys were soon out on the platform and making for the street.
"Cab, sir; coupe?"
"Mornin' papers! All de news! Have a paper, boss?"
The crowd of newsboys and hackmen made Dick smile. "It's a good deal like New York, isn't it?" he observed.
"Yes, indeed," replied Sam. "Where shall we go—to the Western
Palace?"
"We might as well. The sooner we find this Jack Wumble the better."
At that moment the burly man who had talked to Tom in the dining car brushed up to them.
"Good-morning, my young friend," he said to Tom. "Can I be of any assistance to you?"
"It I don't know as you can," replied Tom coldly. "I guess we can find our way around."