Dick accompanied him in the cab to Euston station, where a minute or two later Mr.Goodenough arrived.

The luggage was placed in a carriage, and Frank stood chatting with Dick at the door, until the guard's cry, "Take your places!" caused him to jump into the carriage.

There was one more hearty handshake with his friend, and then the train steamed out of the station.
It was midnight when they arrived at Liverpool, and at once went to bed at the Station Hotel.

On coming down in the morning Frank was astonished at the huge heap of baggage piled up in the hall, but he was told that this was of daily occurrence, as six or eight large steamers went out from Liverpool every week for America alone, and that the great proportion of the passengers came down, as they had done, on the previous night, and slept at the Station hotel.

Their own share of the baggage was not large, consisting only of a portmanteau each, Mr.
Goodenough having sent down all his boxes two days previously.