Tom’s voice was a trifle husky, for he was a bit homesick for his parents, in spite of the good times he had had at Elmwood Hall.
Jack Fitch was looking over an evening paper he had purchased from a newsboy on coming out of the theatre.
“Anything interesting?” asked Bert.
“Not much. I was just glancing at the sporting page. I guess we’ll—”
Jack suddenly paused, and stared intently at a certain item on the printed sheet. Then he asked in a curious voice:
“What did you say was the name of the ship your people were sailing in, Tom?”
“The Kangaroo. Why?”
“Oh, er—nothing. I—say—New York is going to have a crackerjack baseball team this spring, if their manager gets all the players he’s after!” and Jack tried suddenly to change the subject.
Tom Fairfield reached over and took the paper from his chum’s hand. Jack tried to hold it back.
“Why did you ask that question—about the name of the ship my father and mother are in?” asked our hero, and there was a catch in his voice, and his face was white. “Why did you? You saw something! Show it to me!” he demanded.