CHAPTER XVII
THE TRIP TO THE FAR WEST
"My stars! what a very busy place!"
This was Dave's exclamation as he and Oliver Wadsworth hurried along one of the streets of New York City, on the way to buy some small thing which had been forgotten. They had arrived in the metropolis an hour ahead of time, and the country boy had stared at the many sights in wonder.
"It is one of the busiest cities in the world," answered the manufacturer, with a smile. "A fortune can be made or lost here in no time."
"I believe you. And the people! Why, there is a regular crowd, no matter where you turn."
"Don't you think you'd like the city, Dave?"
"I don't know—perhaps I should, after I got used to it."
Roger and Phil had not yet come in, and they had left Billy Dill at the depot to watch out for them. On returning to the station, Dave and Mr. Wadsworth met the three at the doors.
"Here we are again!" cried Roger, shaking hands. "And not very much time to spare, either."
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