"You were going to Plymouth, weren't you ?" "Yes, we were, but there's nothing important about that.

Hold on, though! I say, look up the Plymouth trains, Neil.

There must be more of them from there and we can put you across to Plymouth in a couple of hours." They found that a train leaving Plymouth at ten would put Neil in Boston shortly after eleven, in plenty of time for the one o'clock express to New York, and so it was decided that the _Adventurer_ was to leave her present port at seven in the morning.

The _Follow Me_ was to follow more leisurely and the boats would spend the next night at Plymouth.
Neil and Ossie went off to send telegrams and the others roamed around the town until it was time for supper.

Afterwards Neil packed his belongings in two pasteboard laundry boxes, having no bag with him, and constantly bewailed his ill-fortune.