said, there were too many arrivals and departures for the agent to have taken particular note of a boy among a thousand others.
"That settles one end of it," remarked Fenn, as they were about to leave the depot. "Let's arrange to stop at some hotel. We're going to be here several days, very likely."
"So we are," Frank replied. "Hold on! Wait a minute! I've just thought of something."
"What?" asked Bart.
"The baggage room. We can find out if there are any trunks from Darewell, besides our own, that have not been called for. Besides I know Ned's when I see it."
They hurried to the baggage agent and told him what they wanted. He soon ascertained from his records that four trunks had come in from Darewell in the last few days. Three were those of the three chums, which had arrived that noon.
"I've got one other," the agent said. "It came in Monday, and there are storage charges on it now."
"Can we look at it?" asked Frank.
The agent showed it to them.
"That's Ned's trunk!" cried Frank. "We're on the track. He hasn't left New York, that's
