He did not consider it necessary to take a whole first-class carriage for himself and his companion, so the presence of several other travelers in the same compartment with him, restrained his growling. And soon after the train started, the motion of the carriages rocked him to sleep, and he slept soundly until they reached their journey’s end. Dick, who had alternately read the morning’s papers, and dozed through the journey, woke his uncle up as the train entered the Southampton station, where the duelists had passed about ten hours before. It was nearly seven o’clock. “Here we are,” said Dick, gathering up his light luggage, while his uncle slowly rubbed his eyes and looked about him. “Eh? well! yes! I suppose we had better call a cab and drive to a hotel and engage rooms first of all,” said the General, still rubbing his eyes, and being only half awake. “I suppose we had better call a cab and drive immediately down to the docks and see if we can hire a yacht or steamboat to take us to Guernsey,” suggested Dick. “Oh! aye! yes! certainly! to be sure! I had forgotten,” exclaimed the General. The guard unlocked the door to let them out. As they appeared upon the platform, the two detectives who had come down with them joined company. “Call a cab, Willet, if you please. We will go at once to the docks and try to engage a vessel of some kind to take us to Guernsey.” “Yes, sir; but if you please, I think we had better call first at police head-quarters to make inquiries. They may have some later and better intelligence,” suggested the detective. “Exactly! yes! to be sure! You are quite right. We will go there first,” agreed the General. The detective beckoned the cab and gave the order, and they all got into it and drove to police head-quarters. Willet, who had ridden beside the cabman, got down and went in to seek farther information. He was gone but a few moments, and then he returned and opened the door of the cab and spoke to the General. “It is very lucky we called here first, sir; else we might have been fatally misled.” “Why? what’s the matter?” inquired the General. “There was a mistake in the telegram, sir. It was not to Guernsey they went, but to Jersey.” “Tut, tut, that was a very unlucky mistake, and might have proved to be a fatal one, as you said. Are you certain _now_ of your information?” “Quite certain, sir. The duelists took the St. Aubins steamer and sailed for that port at eleven this morning. As soon as the office here discovered their mistake, they telegraphed the correction to London. But of course we had left before that second telegram arrived.” “Have you any farther information?” inquired Dick. “None whatever.” “Then we must drive to the docks immediately,” ordered the General. The detective mounted the box beside the cabman and transmitted the order. And they were driven rapidly down to the docks. They alighted and went about making diligent inquiries for a vessel.