“Got to find the boys! Captain Wiggs! Modoc! Going on a cruise! Tell you later!” was what Fenn exclaimed in jerky sentences as he hurried down the side steps and out of the yard.
“Oh, those boys! They get so excited you can’t do anything with them!” exclaimed Mrs. Masterson. “I wonder what they’re up to now?”
If she could have seen her son and his chums, whom he met on the street, soon after his hurried exit, she would have been more puzzled than ever.
“Great news! Great!” yelled Fenn, as he caught sight of Frank, Ned and Bart approaching him. “We’re going with Captain Wiggs to make a tour of the Great Lakes! Whoop! Hold me down, somebody!”
He grabbed Ned and Bart, each by an arm, and began whirling them around in a good imitation of an Indian war dance.
“Here! Let up!” cried Frank. “What’s it all about? Who’s killed?”
“Nobody, you ninny!” shouted Fenn. “We’re going on the Modoc!”
“Who says so?”
“When?”
“How many of us?”