Old Aaron Rockharrt's hot haste did not avail them much. The boat remained at the wharf for ten minutes, during which the Iron King secretly fumed and fretted.
"Does this boat connect with the 10:50 train for New York?" he inquired.
"Yes, sir," was the answer.
"Then you will miss it."
"Oh, no, sir."
The five remaining minutes seemed hours, but they passed at length and the boat left the shore, and old Aaron Rockharrt walked up and down the deck impatiently.
As they neared the other side the whistle of a down train was heard approaching.
"There! I said you would miss it!" exclaimed the Iron King.
"That train does not stop here, sir," was the good humored answer.
The boat touched the wharf at Garrison's, and the passengers got off.