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 proprietor of the railway restaurant heard the story of their predicament.

"Well, ye'll have to stay here just two hours and a half," said Mr. Fox. "There aint a train till then. Too bad! Ye'd better telegraph to your friend that's gone on ahead of you, so as he'll know whether to wait for you at the Jersey City depot or in the New York one or not. I should think he'd look for a message one place or t'other when he gets in."

"Yes, that's quite likely," replied Philip; "and he mustn't think of waiting there. We'll go straight to his rooms when we reach town, if ever we do."

He sent his dispatches to the two waiting-rooms. He had better send another one still, he thought; so, not knowing the address of the hospitable cousin who was to take Mr. Hilliard and themselves under his roof, he wired a message to Mr. Hilliard's own apartment, where they had expected to go. Somebody would send it over. "Accidentally detained from getting aboard again; please leave new address at old one, or at place where this is received. Will find you as soon as possible." So ran the dispatch.