"Ford," said Dabney, "you're captain this time. What are we to do now?"
"Well, if I ain't captain, I guess I'd better do a little steering. We
must give our checks to the expressman, and have our luggage carted over
to the Grand Central Depot."
"Will it be sure to get there in good time?"
"Of course it wouldn't if we were in any hurry; but our train doesn't
leave until three o'clock, and the express won't fail to have it there
before that."
Ford was all alive with the responsibilities of his position, as the
only boy in the party who had been born in the city, and had travelled
all over it, and a little out of it.
"Joe and Fuz," he said, "will want to take the night boat for Albany.
They've more time on their hands than we have. Joe?--Fuz?--why can't you
come along with us after you've checked your trunks? We'll be getting
dinner before long."
The Hart boys promptly assented, after a look at each other, and a sort
of chuckle.
"Might as well keep together," said Joe. "We'd like to take a look at
things."
"Come along. I'll show you."
Frank Harley had seen quite a number of great cities, and he could
hardly help saying something about them while they were going over on
the ferryboat. They were all as far forward as they could get.
"Did you ever see any thing just like this?" asked Dab.
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