"What's the trouble?" he asked.
"Isn't there any earlier train to Chicago than that?"
The young man shook his head.
"I'm afraid not," he said. "I guess you're out of luck. In a hurry to get there?"
Frank nodded.
"That's too bad. But say—," the young man reflected a moment. "If you motored over to Greendale you'd be able to catch an earlier train. There's another railroad passes through there."
"If we can catch an earlier train, that's the train we want," said Frank decidedly. "How far away is Greendale and how do we get there?"
"It's about twenty miles across country. I'm motoring over there myself right now. You're welcome to come along with me if you wish. I'm just waiting until the line is clear so I can put through a telephone call."
"Do you think we can make the train at Greendale all right?"
"Oh, yes. I'm sure of it. There's a train leaves for Chicago in about an hour and we'll be there in plenty of time. There's my car beside the platform. Put your grips in it and I'll be along in a few minutes."