The mountains were attractive in the sunshine, but Battie looked insignificant in comparison to Megunticook. The Summit House could be seen on the crest of Battie, the sunshine glimmering on its windows and showing the flag that waved in the breeze from the pole on the top of the observation tower.
Round Sherman’s Point rushed the little launch, past the steamboat wharf she ran, and headed straight up into the harbor. She stopped at Adams’ Wharf, and Frank went ashore to make inquiries. Steam was kept up, and the Fox was ready to get away as soon as he returned.
He was gone more than thirty minutes, and he returned, followed by several boys, two of whom were carrying bundles for him.
“What news?” anxiously asked Diamond.
“None,” was the answer. “The yacht has not been seen. I have bought some provisions. Here, boys, is a quarter for each of you.”
One of the boys took the money, but the other drew back, saying:
“If you please, Mr. Merriwell, I’d like something of more value to me than that.”
“What?” exclaimed Merry, astonished. “Aren’t you satisfied with a quarter? Why, I thought it good pay for what you have done.”
“It’s more than the job was worth. I don’t want money, but I’d like to have something as a keepsake—something to remember you by. I’ve read all about you, but I never expected to see you. Won’t you please give me one of those buttons off your coat?”
Frank was touched.