CHAPTER XVIII
ROY IN DANGER
When Roy got out into the street again, after paying for the pie he had forgotten about, he was quite puzzled as to which direction to take to get back to his hotel.
"Guess I'm off the trail," he told himself. "I'd ought to have brought a compass along. Let's see, which way is North?"
He looked about for a sight of the sun, but, though it was shining, the tall buildings hid it from view.
"Might as well be down in the grand canyon of the Colorado, as here in New York for all you can see of the sun," he murmured.
"I ought to have taken more notice of the way I came, but what with going in so many buildings, and that express elevator, I'm all turned around."
He tried to think which way to take, and then, getting over a little natural embarrassment about asking a stranger the road, he inquired of a well-dressed man the way to get to his hotel, the name of which, fortunately, Roy remembered.
"Go right down those stairs," said the man, pointing to a flight which started in a little shelter built on the sidewalk. "Take an uptown express, and you'll land right at your hotel. There's a station there."
"Station?" thought Roy. "That's a queer place for a station. Didn't have room for it above ground, I reckon."