tioned by the police and the firemen any more than was necessary, they drove off.
"Not a very favorable start," was Andy's comment, as the scene of the conflagration was left behind. "But they say 'a bad beginning makes a good ending,' so we ought not to lose heart."
"Lose heart!" cried Matt lightly. "No, indeed! I am thankful we are able to start, even though we do look like a couple of tramps," he added with a grin.
"We'll take a wash-up when we are across the ferry. We'll have lots of time, for we won't be able to do any business to-day. We must get at least twenty or thirty miles from New York before we attempt to open up."
The drive down to Cortlandt street ferry was an uneventful one through the crowded streets. A boat had just come in when they reached the ferry-house, and after paying the fare, they drove upon this, and were soon on their way to the New Jersey shore.
"Do you know the road?" asked Matt, as they tied up upon an open street on the other side, and went into the great ferry-house to wash and brush up.
"I know the roads through Newark and Elizabeth," returned Andrew Dilks. "I think we had
