“Grub!” Jerry exclaimed. “Where’d you get it?”
“Oh, I had the waiter in the restaurant put it up for me. I thought we might get hungry before supper, but I didn’t think we would get lost. It’ll come in handy, won’t it?”
“It’ll come in stomachicly, to coin a new word,” declared Ned. “Chunky, if ever I say anything again about your eats, just you remind me of this occasion.”
“All right,” agreed the stout youth.
“Well, we won’t starve, that’s sure,” Jerry said. “But the question is which road are we to take?”
“Neither one of these, I vote,” said Bob. “They don’t go where we want to go. I say, let’s go back until we get to another cross highway, and that may have a sign on that we didn’t notice before which will direct us to Fordham.”
“I guess Bob’s right,” conceded Jerry. “Back we go.”
“And we can eat on the way,” Bob went on; and neither of his chums joked him this time.
Somewhat disappointed and chagrined at the outcome of their automobile trip, or rather, at the prospective outcome, the boys put back. They had counted on arriving at Boxwood Hall in some “style” with their big car. Not that the three chums cared so much about showing off, but they felt they had a right to make a certain impression, since, according to present plans, they were to remain at the college for some time.