“To see if you are helping Hans get things trimmed up,” said Frank.
“I am,” declared the lazy fellow, settling back comfortably. “I am looking after things down below here, while he attends to things on deck.”
Frank laughed. It was like the big fellow, who really seemed too lazy to draw a breath without an effort.
With skill that would have done credit to a “lightning change artist” in a variety show, Frank got out of his yachting suit and leaped into his bicycle suit. Then he pulled on a Yale sweater, brushed his hair, caught up his cap, and hurried on deck.
Jack and Bart were waiting. Frank did not hurry after appearing on deck. With the utmost deliberation, he looked around, gave some orders, and then walked to the rail and got into the boat.
Arriving at the wharf, Dustan met him at the head of the stairs, laughing.
“How you did it so quick I can’t tell, and still you seemed in no particular hurry.”
They went round to where the wheelmen and girls were waiting. The bicycle brought for Frank was new and a beauty. Merry tried it, and, to his surprise and satisfaction, it seemed to fit him perfectly.
“It doesn’t need adjusting,” he said.
“We have a hard hill out here,” said Woodock. “Some of us can’t climb it. There are but two girls in town who can do it, and they are with us.”