The strenuous rush of the day of suddenly changed plans was over, and with Gardiner, theassistant professor of geology, to bid him God-speed, Ballard had got as far as the trackplatform gates of the Boston & Albany Station when Lassley's telegram, like a detaininghand stretched forth out of the invisible, brought him to a stand.He read it, with a little frown of perplexity sobering his strong, enthusiastic face."S.S. Carania, NEW YORK."To BRECKENRIDGE...