Larry and Joe said good-by to their hostess, and then all three boys started for the station. They had good fortune in catching the trolley that ran to the railroad station, and just had time to get their tickets before the train pulled in.
It was more than a two-hours' run to the point where they must change cars, but it seemed to them that they had hardly gotten settled in their seats before it was time to get off. Larry told them many comical stories of his experiences while traveling from town to town and funny incidents that had occurred at rehearsals and during performances.
"You get pretty tired of traveling all the time, though," Larry remarked at length. "This engagement you fellows and Mr. Brandon have gotten for me is certainly a relief. I'd be mighty glad to have it, even if I hadn't been hurt. I've had enough of jumping around all over the country to suit me for a while."
"I'll bet it does get mighty tiresome," assented Bob, as the boys rose to get out. "But here we are, and as the train doesn't go any further, I suppose we might as well get off."
"That isn't a bad idea," said Joe. "I suppose there's no use trying to persuade the conductor to go on a little further."
"I don't imagine you'd better even think of it," said Larry. "I've got a hunch that he'd only get peeved if you did."
"Well, then, I'll take your advice," grinned Joe.
As they emerged from the terminal into the street at their final destination, Joe asked:
"But how are we going to find this place, Larry? Do you know the way?"
"No, but I know how to find somebody who does," replied Larry, and he signaled to a taxicab driver.
"Nix, Larry, nix!" expostulated Bob. "We can get there on the trolleys. You'd better save your cash."
"You fellows blew me to a taxi ride when I landed in Clintonia the last time, so I'm going to do the same for you," said Larry, obstinately. "No use in kicking now, so just forget it."
During this brief dialogue the taxi had approached them, and now stopped as the driver swung open the door.
"Hop in, fellows," directed Larry, and then he gave the driver directions to drive to the big broadcasting station.
With a jerk and a rattle they were off, and there ensued an exciting ten minutes as the taxicab scooted through the traffic, shooting across streets, and missing collisions by the narrowest of margins a dozen times in the course of the brief journey. The boys held on tight to prevent being thrown from their seats, and they all heaved sighs of relief when at length the vehicle came to a sudden halt in front of the big broadcasting station.