With freshened courage, they waited the landing. And because neither breakdowns nor stoppages came their way, they climbed upon the yacht pier at exactly 10:39. While Roundy arranged with the keeper to look after the launch, Bunny interviewed a fisherman on the best way to get to Harrison City.
"The main road is that macadamized pike right there," the man informed him. "It's a good mile and a quarter to the Charles City station."
Bunny gasped. The situation was even worse than he had imagined.
"But if you are in a hurry—"
"We are, Mister; we're in a mighty big hurry."
"Then take the old wagon road to the right," advised the fisherman. "It's a short cut over a couple of little hills. A bad stretch of road, I'm telling you, but only three quarters of a mile to Harrison City that way. On foot, you'll get there a lot sooner than if you follow the main highway."
"We want to catch the 10:50 train."
"You'll make it if you keep your legs moving."
A series of short blasts on the patrol leader's whistle gathered the eight boys about him. In a few quick words, Bunny explained the lay of the roads.