“All right, then, we will; just as soon as we’ve had something to eat,” agreed Chub.
“If we wait for that our supper is likely to consist of bread and water,” answered Roy, dryly. “What we want to do is to get across to the other side of the river. I never thought I’d be glad to get to New Jersey, but the time has come.”
“That isn’t Jersey over there, it’s New York,” said Chub.
“Anyway, it’s a heap better than the calaboose,” laughed Dick. “Was that wheels I heard?”
They stopped and listened, but the only sound that reached them was the distant barking of a dog.
“Carlo!” said Chub.
“Get out! It’s the wrong direction. Come on and let’s get back. I had no idea we’d gone as far as we have.”
“Nor I,” said Dick. “And what’s more I don’t believe we have!”
“What do you mean?” asked Chub, anxiously.