Dunston Porter. "Just the same, he had no right to bring them in here. As the porter said, all animals must go in the baggage-car."
"Wonder if he'll come back," mused Phil.
"I doubt it," answered Dave. "Well, now I'm going to try to get a little sleep," he added, as he climbed back into his berth. The others followed suit, and presently one after another dropped into slumber. It may be added here that Professor De Haven did not show himself again while on the train, he being afraid of the indignation of those who had been disturbed by his educated mice.
Early the following morning found our friends in the city of Jacksonville, which, as my readers must know, is located on the St. John's River. They did not wait for breakfast but hurried at once in the direction of the Hotel Castor, once a leading hostelry of the city, but which had seen its best day.
"Quite a town," remarked the senator's son, as they passed along.
"Jacksonville is now the main city of Florida," replied Dunston Porter. "It is a great shipping center, and is also well-known as a winter resort."
"How balmy the weather is!" was Phil's comment. "Just like spring at home!"
Dave's uncle had been in Jacksonville several
