By the time they had reached the transfer company's office they had walked so far that Tom wondered whether most of the city was not contained inside the station! Presently, though, he saw that it wasn't.

For they found themselves standing outside the terminal on a street that stretched, apparently, for millions of miles in each direction! They had received detailed advice from the man in the transfer company's office as to the best method of reaching the Grand Central Station, and the directions had sounded quite easy to follow.

But now the feat didn't look so simple, for the man had told them to take a car going in a certain direction and there wasn't a car in sight! Moreover, when Tom came to look for car-tracks there weren't any! He pointed out the fact to Steve, and Steve, at first a bit dismayed, at last shrugged his shoulders and observed his chum pityingly.
"You don't suppose all the cars in this town run on tracks, do you ?" he asked.
"What do they run on then ?" "Why--er--you wait and see!" "That's all right, but it's almost three o'clock and our train goes from the other station at a quarter-past, and----" "Well, we'll ask someone," said Steve.

But, oddly enough, there was no one to ask.

For a town as large as New York that block of street was strangely deserted.