“You ought to know,” says Collins, with a look at the size of Jiggins.
“Wonder how long they’re going to keep to the river?” Jiggins says, shaking his head. “Must know where they’re going, eh? They acted like it was all planned out.”
“All we can do is follow ’em.”
“I’d like to meet somebody to inquire of. We’ve got to keep track of ’em. Maybe somebody’d know where Mr. Hieronymous Alphabet Bell is, too. Then we could take a short cut to him.”
“All I can see to do is just keep ahead. Lucky the boat wasn’t busted.”
They quit talking and put on their soggy clothes. Their boat was pulled up on the shore, and they got in it again and pushed off.
“Good-by, gentlemen,” says I to myself, and felt like standing up to wave my hand after them.
When they were out of sight I got up and went back to Mark. He wanted to know what I saw, and I told him. It made him mad to think he’d missed seeing it.
“Anyhow,” says I, to comfort him, “we can make a cup of coffee if you want to.”
He wanted to.