“We’re dead on,” assured Ptolemy. “I’m glad there’s going to be something doing. We’re getting tired of being here alone. I had to tie Demetrius up this morning. He was bound to go over to the hotel and see mudder.”
“Don’t one of you dare to make such an attempt,” I said peremptorily. “You keep right on here for a few days. Some of us, either Rob, or Beth and I will drop over every day. If you play your ghost just 187 as I tell you and keep out of sight, I’ll bring you over some ice cream tomorrow.”
“Bring me a bigger bat.”
“Bring me a mitt.”
“Bring me a boat,” came in chorus from Ptolemy, Emerald, and Demetrius.
“What’ll you give me to stay here?” asked Pythagoras, who was a born bargain-driver.
“I’ll give you a licking if you don’t stay,” was the only offer he gleaned from me.
“Be good boys,” adjured the softhearted Rob, “and I’ll bring you everything I can find at the hotel.”
It was long past the luncheon hour when we returned. We found Miss Frayne wondering at Rob’s sudden disappearance and Beth was accordingly mystified.
I planted myself directly in front of Miss Frayne.