Suddenly the boy from the ranch, who was looking about him with curious eyes, jumped up and exclaimed:
"Something's the matter. The depot has been cut loose!"
"Cut loose? What do you mean?"
"Why, we're afloat! There's water outside."
"Of course, my dear fellow. We're on the ferry boat, crossing to New York. What did yew think?"
"Are we on a boat?"
"Certainly. Where did you think you were?"
"I thought we were in the depot room, waiting for the boat to come in."
"Why, no. This is the boat. But of course the approach to it is through the depot, and it is hard to tell exactly where the dock leaves off and the boat begins. I should have told you, but I got interested in the paper."
"I was a little startled at first," admitted Roy with a smile. "I thought something had happened."