"Say, speaking about bad eggs, puts me in mind of another story," cried Shadow. "A lady went into a store and asked the store-keeper's clerk how much the eggs were. The clerk--Now don't interrupt me, because this isn't a very long story," pleaded the would-be story teller. "The clerk was only a small boy, and he hadn't been in the business very long, so he told the lady, 'The really fresh eggs are fifty cents, and the almost fresh eggs are forty cents, and those that ain't so fresh are thirty-five cents, and the rotten eggs are thirty cents.'" "Oh, Shadow! what a story!" "Haven't you got any fresher than that?" "You can't make anybody believe any such yarn as that." "That story is absolutely true," returned the story teller, soberly. "If you don't believe it, you come down to the town of Necopopec, Maine, and on the principal street of the town I'll show you the town pump where that boy used to get a drink three times a day," and at this sally there was a general laugh. At last the train rolled into the Grand Central Terminal at Forty-Second Street, New York City, and, alighting, the lads made their way through the spacious depot to the crowded thoroughfare beyond. Here taxicabs were numerous, and the youths piled into one, leaving the driver to look after their suit-cases. Dave's trunk had been checked through to Washington. Luke's family lived in the vicinity of Central Park, and it did not take the chums long to reach the home. Here they were greeted by Mrs. Watson, Luke's father being away on business. Then Luke took the lads up to his own room, where all proceeded to make themselves at home. At a little after five Mr. Watson came in to greet them, and about an hour later all sat down to a sumptuous dinner, to which it is needless to say each of the boys applied himself diligently. "I see by the papers that they are showing a very fine war spectacle at one of the photo-play houses," announced Luke. "How would you fellows like to go and see it?" This was agreeable to all, and a little later the chums left the Watson house to go to the theater, which was about ten blocks farther downtown. "If we get there by half-past seven, we can take in the first show of the evening," announced Luke. "That will give us a chance to do some other things before it is time for Dave to catch his train." The war spectacle proved very entertaining to all the youths, and they were rather sorry when it came to an end. Then Buster proposed that they walk down the Great White Way, as a certain portion of Broadway has been designated. The boys had been walking for the best part of half an hour, taking in various sights, including the wonderfully illuminated signs, when suddenly, as they passed through a rather dense crowd, Shadow plucked Dave by the arm. "What is it?" questioned our hero, quickly, for he saw that the former story-teller of Oak Hall was much excited. "That fellow we just passed, Dave!" cried Shadow. "What of him?"