“But how are you going to travel back alone?” asked Bob. “You’re not strong enough to go sailing around all by your lonesome yet.”
“Don’t let that worry you,” replied Mr. Allard. “I’ll see that somebody goes to the train with him, and I guess one of you fellows won’t mind meeting him at the train at the other end.”
“I rather guess not,” said Bob, emphatically. “We’ll be there with bells on, Larry; you can bet on that.”
“It seems as though I’m making you all a lot of trouble,” said Larry. “I guess I could get along all right.”
“We’ll be there, so there’s no use of your 143 saying any more about it,” said Bob, in a voice of finality. “How about it, fellows?”
All the radio boys were of the same mind, so Larry was forced to give in.
“But if you’re going to get back to Clintonia in time to hear my act at seven o’clock, you’ll have to leave pretty soon,” he said. “I’m not going to detain you here any longer.”
“I’m afraid we will have to be going,” said Dr. Dale, glancing at his watch. “The ferries are apt to be crowded at this hour, too. But we’ll wish you all success at your new venture, Larry. If you always do as well as you did this afternoon, you’ll soon be acquiring a big reputation.”
They all shook hands with Larry and Mr. Allard, and went out to where Dr. Dale’s automobile was waiting for them.
“I guess Larry was right when he said we’d have to make time going back,” said Mr. Brandon. “It’s three o’clock now, which doesn’t leave us much of a margin.”