These boys now planned the greatest summer vacation trip that they had ever enjoyed.
Part of the trail of this vacation lay over in Tottenville.
So, by ten o'clock the next morning, Dick Prescott, alone, hurried up the side street on which he lived.

Just as he neared the Main Street corner he beheld a trolley car labeled "Tottenville" pass the corner.

Dick's shrill whistle rang out, but the conductor failed to hear it.
Away raced Dick in the wake of the speeding trolley car.

Down the street for two blocks he dashed after it.
At first it looked as though the high school boy would overtake the car.

But when he saw the car turn a corner and go off on the Tottenville road, young Prescott slowed down, panting and wiping his perspiring face.
"Hey!" called a man standing in a group of others on the curbstone.
"Were you trying to catch that car." "Was I trying to catch the car ?" echoed Dick Prescott, his eyes opening wide in amazement.