"The train will be here in about fifteen minutes," he informed the
boys. "Better sit down and wait."
The three chums were rather tired, and were glad enough to take their
places on the comfortable benches.
"Chicago is a great place," announced Bob. "That restaurant, where we
had dinner--"
"Can't you say something that hasn't got any eating in it?" asked Ned.
"You're the limit, you are."
"Well," said Bob, "they certainly had fine pie in that place. I
wish--"
He stopped suddenly, as Jerry help up his hand to indicate silence.
"What's the matter?" asked Ned in a whisper, as he leaned forward.
"See some new kind of a bug for the professor?"
"I overheard that man back of us speaking," replied Jerry in a low
tone, nodding his head to indicate where he meant. The benches were
arranged so that travelers occupying them sat back to back. "His voice
sounded like one I've heard before, but I can't place it. I thought
maybe you'd remember. We may have met him on our travels. I can't see
his face until he turns around."
As he finished speaking, the man to whom he referred said something to
his companion beside him. There came a momentary lull in the noises of
the depot, and the boys heard him remark in low, but clear tones:
"We can make everything look regular. Derelicts are not uncommon, and
I think we'll be able to fool him so that the cargo--"
"Hush!" cautioned the other man. "Not so loud!"
The noise in the station again drowned what the two men were saying,
but the boys had heard enough.
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