“To Chicago,” was the unexpected answer.
“You’ll never get him now!” exclaimed Bert Bailey, who went to the depot with the reporter.
“Yes I will!” cried Larry determinedly. “Give me a ticket.”
“Where to?” asked the agent.
“To Chicago. I’m going there on the next train!”
CHAPTER XXI
IN THE THEATRE
Larry wired a brief account of his trip, and the necessity for a change in his plans, to Mr. Emberg, and also to the bank president. Then, having said good-bye to the fisherman, promising to let him know how his long chase ended, the young reporter started for Chicago.
The line running to Seven Mile Beach was a branch of the Pennsylvania Railroad, and it would be over that road that Larry would make his advent into the Windy City. So, also, would Witherby, he reflected.
“Only I’ll be several hours behind him,” Larry thought, “and I’ll have my own troubles locating him. It will be almost as bad as it would have been in New York. But I’ll get him!”
Just how he was going to do it Larry did not know. He thought it all over on the long trip to Chicago, but could decide on no plan that satisfied him.