Washington?" asked Phil, who had not taken the time to study the route.
"Yes," answered Dunston Porter. "Here is a time-table. That will show you the whole route and tell you just when we get to each place."
"Will we have to make any changes?" asked Roger.
"None whatever."
Soon the train had left Jersey City behind and a little later it stopped at Newark, and then sped on towards Philadelphia. By this time it had grown too dark to see the landscape and the boys and Dunston Porter retired.
On and on through the long night rolled the train, keeping fairly close to the Atlantic sea-coast. With nothing to do, the boys did not arise until late in the morning. They found Dave's uncle in the lavatory ahead of them, indulging in the luxury of a shave with a safety razor.
"Well, how are you feeling?" asked Dunston Porter.
"Fine!" cried Dave.
"Couldn't feel better," added the senator's son.
"Ready for a big breakfast?"
"I am," answered Phil, promptly. "Gracious, but traveling makes me hungry!"
They had to wait a little before they could get seats together in the dining-car and they amused
