“Just look at Chunky,” said Ned in a low tone.
“Here, come away from there!” called Jerry in a loud voice to his chum. “Hands off!”
Bob started.
“Can’t I look at it if I want to?” he asked. “I was seeing if they had any nicer stuff than we did in the auto. If they did we might better eat here instead of going to the hotel. Supper’ll be over there, anyhow.”
“Come away, or you’ll get wireless indigestion,” advised Jerry. “Oh, say, I wish I knew what to do,” he added impatiently.
“Guess the only thing is to go to bed and take the first train in the morning,” advised Ned.
At that moment a young woman came into the depot. She walked with a business-like air, and, advancing to the lunch room, opened the door leading into it. Then she began taking down the glass windows that closed it off. Bob, who had walked back toward his chums, started for the counter again.
“Would you look at Chunky!” remarked Ned again. The stout lad was eagerly looking over the collection of food, at the same time casting stray glances at the young woman—she was little more than a girl.
“Are—are you going to serve lunch?” asked Bob.
“If anybody wants it—and I hope they do,” was her reply with a bright smile, showing two rows of white, even teeth.