The porter waited a moment longer, but Sammy had no further questions to ask of him and he passed on.
"What do you think of that?" groaned Sammy to his mates.
"We're stung for fair," remarked George, disappointedly.
"We ought to have told all about it last night," commented Bob.
"The birds have flown!" exclaimed Frank, dramatically.
"I think we ought to tell the conductor anyway," remarked Sammy, after a moment's bitter contemplation of the way his chance for fame had disappeared.
"Pretty late now," observed George. "Still, I suppose the best thing we can do is to tell him."
They waited till that official came along. He was a fat, jolly man and had taken quite a liking to the boys.
"Good morning, boys," he said with a smile. "Did you sleep well last night?"
"Pretty well, thank you," replied Sammy for himself and his chums. "I've got something I'd like to tell you if you have a minute to spare."