The Air Ship Boys: Or, the Quest of the Aztec Treasure

The Overland Limited, aglow with lights, stood in the Dearborn Street station in Chicago waiting for eight o'clock and the last of its fortunate passengers. Near the entrance gates, through which perspiring men and women were hurrying, stood the rear cars of the train. Within these could be seen joyous passengers locating themselves and arranging bags and parcels. In fifteen minutes the long journey of Ned Napier and his chum Alan Hope to the far southwest was to begin. At the other end of the big shed, where the cars of the long train seemed to fade almost out of sight, four persons were anxiously awaiting the approach of the hour of departure. One of these, the conductor of the train, consulted his watch, as he had done several times already, holding it close within the glow of his green-shaded lantern. "It's getting pretty close to time, Major Honeywell," he said with some concern. "You're sure he'll be here?"