“You don’t mean to say you don’t know the way in?” broke in Ned.
“I’ll get you there,” answered Buck undisturbed. “And to be sure of it I’m goin’ by way of Windsor because you can’t miss its towers. There we’ll pick up the Great Western railroad and then we can’t miss our way.”
“Sure you know the railway?” asked Alan anxiously.
“Throw me off if I don’t,” was Buck’s answer.
“Where does it end?” asked Ned not wholly reassured.
“At the great Paddington Station.”
“Then how do we get to Hyde Park?” was Alan’s next question.
“It’s in sight. Before we’re well over the station I’ll point out the Marble Arch gate at Oxford Street and Park Lane.”
At Windsor the Thames was wider but there was no time for scenery now. It required only a motion for Alan to pick out the railway and then with a wide swerve the Flyer headed into the thin haze ahead.
“What time is it?” asked Roy reopening his log.