CHAPTER XI.
THE REUNION After leaving the conductor's house in Asbury Park, Mr.Maynard and Mr.
Bryant went to a telephone office, and pursued the plan of calling up every railroad station along the road between Seacote and New York.
But no good news was the result.

It was difficult to get speech with the station men, and none of them especially remembered seeing a little girl of Marjorie's description get off the train.
"What can we do next ?" asked Mr.Maynard, dejectedly; "I can't go home and sit down to wait for police investigation.

I doubt if they could ever find Marjorie.

I _must_ do something." "It seems a formidable undertaking," said Mr.Bryant, "to go to each of these way stations; and yet, Ed, I can't think of anything else to do.
We have traced her to the train, and on it.

She must have left it somewhere, and we must discover where." Mr.Maynard looked at his watch.
"Jack," he said, "it is nearly time for that very train to stop here.
Let us get on that, and we may get some word of her from the trainmen other than the conductor." "Good idea! and meanwhile we'll have just time to snatch a sandwich somewhere; which we'd better do, as you've eaten nothing since breakfast." "Neither have you, old chap; come on." After a hasty luncheon, the two men boarded at Asbury Park, the same train which Marjorie had taken at Seacote the day before.