Suppose they lost their way in New York?
Suppose they were robbed of their tickets or their pocket money?
You were always hearing about folks being robbed on trains, while, as for New York, why, every fellow knew that it was simply a den of iniquity! Or suppose the train was wrecked?
It was Tom who supplied most of these direful contingencies and Steve who carelessly--or so it seemed--disposed of them.
"If we lost our way we'd ask a policeman," he said.

"And if anyone pinched our money or our tickets we'd just telegraph home to the folks and wait until we heard from them." "Where'd we wait ?" asked Tom with great interest.
"Hotel." "They wouldn't let us in unless we had money, would they ?" Tom objected.
"Maybe we could find the United States consul." "That's only when you're abroad," corrected Steve scathingly.

"There aren't any United States consuls in the United States, you silly chump!" "I should think there ought to be," Tom replied uneasily.

"What time do we get to New York ?" "Two thirty-five, if we're on time.

We ought to be.