CHAPTER XV
SOMETHING ABOUT WHITE MICE
Dunston Porter and the boys were to go to New York City and there transfer to Jersey City for the train bound South. All had comfortable seats together.
"It's going to be quite a trip," said Roger, as he settled back to gaze at the swiftly-moving panorama of fields covered with snow.
"Yes, and we are going to journey from winter into summer," added Phil. "It's good we remembered that when we packed our suit-cases. At first I was going to put in nothing but heavy clothing."
"I am glad we heard from Luke," said Dave. "That gives us a little to work on. I hope the Emma Brown, or whatever her name may be, hasn't sailed yet."
"Won't Merwell and Jasniff be surprised if we do locate them?" said the senator's son. "I suppose they think we are at home."
The car was only half-filled with passengers, so the boys and Dunston Porter had plenty of room, and they moved around from one seat to
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