They again called at the Continental Hotel in the hope that there might be some further news. To their surprise they found a letter from Alfred's father with a check for their personal expenses. While reading the letter they overheard a conversation which gave them the solution, as they thought, of their difficulties. "No," said a voice, "they will not ticket us to any point near the firing line, but we might go to St. Dizier, and from there work our way north." "Good idea; let's book at once," said the second voice. "Come on," said Alfred. "That's the right tip. Let's find out where St. Dizier is." The clerk informed them: "It is about a hundred and sixty miles east of Paris." "Then it can't be far from Verdun," remarked Alfred. "Sixty miles southwest, I should judge," was the answer. "Do you think we would have any trouble in reaching that point?" asked Ralph. "I think the trains are still running, but they may not adhere to the regular schedule. The line runs south of the war zone, you know," said the clerk. That settled it. They hurried to the Banque Francaise, and having secured currency for the check, started for the booking office as fast as they could walk. It was impossible at this time to get a conveyance as only the underground railways and a few tram cars were in service, the government having requisitioned all the horses, and automobiles a week previous to this time. They booked second class, the official stating that the tickets were sold at the risk of the holders, and that they would have to take their chances on the trains, so they were at the eastern railway station before one o'clock, in the hope that the regular through train at two that day would be able to accommodate them. In this they were disappointed, so they waited about until five o'clock, and had the good fortune to have the tickets accepted by the gateman. They passed through an immense crowd of newly arrived soldiers, and were jostled about by hosts of men, women and children who were departing for the southeast, most of them bound for Chaumont. Within an hour they finally found a train bound for their destination, but it was another hour before the train began to move. The trip was a weary one all through the night, as they seemed to stop at every station, although it was the fast express. The intense excitement of the people all along the line; the passing of trains; the crying out of the latest news; and the bustle of the new arrivals in the already crowded compartments, made sleep impossible. The sun had been up two hours before the station of St. Dizier was announced. The boys were out and scampering along the platform ahead of most of the crowd. As they passed out the end of the station they noticed a sign on a train: "For Bar-le-Duc, 10 o'clock." "Let's see where that place is," said Alfred. The information was obtained. It was twenty kilometers northeast.