York! I'm in a hurry to find out how much Mr. Ringold knows."
"So am I," added Blake.
"We'll never get to New York without an accident," declared the gloomy C. C. "I'm positive of it!"
However, at that moment the whistle of the approaching express train was heard, and there was a hurried movement among the waiting passengers. The moving picture boys and Mr. Piper kept together, and got seats by themselves.
"Well, we're making time now, all right," Joe said, as they whizzed along. "Making up some of those lost ten minutes."
"Um! Yes! Wait and see what happens," predicted C. C.
But nothing did, at least up to the time when the train pulled into the One Hundred and Twenty-fifth street station of the New York Central. The next stop would be the Grand Central Terminal, in the heart of New York.
"We've got a minute," remarked Joe, to his chum. "Let's see if we can get a still later paper. Maybe there's an extra out."
"I'm with you," agreed Blake, as they left the train. Mr. Piper seemed sad, that his apprehensions of an accident had not been borne out.
As Blake and Joe were looking for a newsboy,
