“I thought so at first,” answered Frank. “But I have received a letter which may change our plans—if you agree.”
“What letter?” asked several.
“A letter from Charlie Creighton, of Philadelphia. He urges us to stop off and pay him a visit.”
“Creighton, eh?” said Jack. “I remember him. He was a good chap at Yale.”
“Can we have some sport in Philadelphia?” questioned Harry.
“I think so. But not such sport as we have had here or in the mountains.”
“Dot vos all right alretty,” put in Hans. “I peen villing to take it easy for you, you bet mine life! No more vild adventures py me alretty!”
“By gum, it’s time we quieted deown,” snorted Ephraim. “Ef we don’t we’ll be as wild ez hawks when we git ter hum!”
The matter was talked over for quite a while, after which a vote was taken by which it was unanimously resolved to move on to Philadelphia, pay a short visit to the college youth mentioned, and see “how the land lay,” as Harry expressed it.
Two days later found them on the way. They picked out the best bicycle road, and took their time, so that even Bruce did no growling.