“Nothing at all—everything—lots of things—look there!” and Andy held out a copy of the copy of the Cresville weekly.
There, on the first page, under big headlines the boys saw an account of their rescue of the two girls. The reporter had spared no language. It was a chance that seldom came to the little paper and it was made the most of.
“Well if that isn’t the limit,” said Ned. “I wonder they didn’t want personal interviews with us, and all our pictures, besides a story of our experiences under water.”
“Say, you’re heroes all right—all right!” exclaimed Andy. “Everybody in Cresville is talking about it. The paper is selling like hot cakes—million copies—all talking about you—Gee Whiz! I wish I was you fellers! You can get a job in a dime museum now!”
“Oh, dry up!” said Jerry in a good-natured voice. “Here, jump in Andy and we’ll give you a ride. That will make you forget all about the rescues and the hero business. Mind, if you ever refer to it again, you’ll never go on another trip.”
“I’ll keep quiet, but it’s bound to be talked about,” said Andy.
They kept on up the river for several miles to a little summer resort, where there was an ice cream stand. Bob proposed they go ashore and have something to eat.
The boys found seats in a quiet corner and were soon enjoying their refreshments. After the first plate of cream had vanished Bob proposed more.
For some minutes past the boys had been hearing the low sound of voices in the room back of them, where it seemed, were more chairs and tables.
At first the boys paid no attention to the conversation. But finally it grew louder and they could hear two voices in dispute.