Then he rang up central, was soon connected with the _Leader_ office, and a few seconds later was telling Mr. Emberg what had happened. The city editor, who was familiar with the work, and the prospective battering down of the brick wall, could easily understand the situation from Larry’s description. A few details sufficed and then, with a hurried “Good-bye,” Mr. Emberg rang off, having told Larry to come back to the office. “Are you a reporter?” asked the man in the railroad office, as Larry hung up the receiver. “No, I’m only a copy boy,” was the answer. “But I’m going to be a reporter some day. I am helping one of our men to-day.” “Well, I should say you would be a reporter,” the man went on, for he had listened to what Larry was saying over the wire. “That was pretty slick on your part. The _Leader’s_ an all-right paper!” “Glad you think so,” replied Larry. “How much for the telephone charge?” “Nothing,” replied the man. “Glad to have you use it for such a big piece of news. So the tunnel is really cut through, eh?” “It will be in a few minutes, I guess,” replied Larry. Then he started for the _Leader_ office, first having borrowed a brush from the railroad man, and cleaned some of the mud from his clothes. Before he got back to his office Larry heard the boys on the streets crying: “Extra! Extra! Full account of the opening of the big Hudson River tunnel!” Larry bought a _Leader_ and there, on the front page, under a big heading, was an account of the trip he, Mr. Newton, and the others had made that afternoon, and which was not yet finished. This time the press was a little ahead of the happening and the _Leader_, through Larry’s success, had scored a big beat. Arriving at the office Larry found everyone but Mr. Emberg had gone home, for it was quite some time past the regular edition hour. “You’re all right, Larry!” the city editor exclaimed. “It’s a fine story. Have any trouble?” “Only a little,” said Larry modestly, for he did not want to boast of opening the door that had given him so much trouble. “It’s a good story! It’s a beat!” said the city editor half to himself. “They tried to keep it quiet, but we beat ’em at their own game. That fact about the hydraulic ram breaking was a fine feature.” Larry sat down in a chair, for he was tired. Then Mr. Emberg, who seemed for a time to have forgotten that he was present, noticed him. “You can go home, Larry,” he added. “You’ve done enough to-day.” “I thought I’d stay until Mr. Newton came in,” said the boy. “I’d like to hear how the thing ended.” “All right, I’m going to stay myself,” said the city editor. He began looking over some proofs on his desk in readiness for the next day’s paper. In half an hour Mr. Newton arrived. “Hello, Larry!” the reporter exclaimed. “Did we do ’em? Well, I guess yes! How about it, Mr. Emberg?” “You and Larry certainly covered yourselves with glory,” spoke the city editor. “First thing we know Larry will be out getting news himself.”