“Oh, what’s the use to go to all that trouble?” said Bruce. “It won’t pay.”
The Virginian gave the big fellow a look of scorn, started to say something, cut himself short, and began eating in a manner that showed his disgust.
Frank told of the general invitation to accompany the wheelmen on the run to Northport.
“Who wishes to go?” he asked.
Hodge and Diamond expressed a desire to do so, while Hans said he would remain and look out for the yacht. Browning said he would stay with Hans.
After supper they lounged under the awning a while, and Browning, who had taken up smoking again, lighted a cigar.
“I am glad to see that isn’t a cigarette,” said Frank. “If you must smoke, smoke anything but cigarettes.”
It was past six when Hans set Frank, Jack and Bart ashore and then rowed back to the yacht, under the awning of which Bruce still lounged, apparently fully contented.
The trio walked up the street and arrived at the Windsor ahead of time.
Harold Dustan was waiting for them, and he said: