“Cupboard love!” laughed Ned. “Come on! Move lively!”
“The pepper-hash individual is moving, too,” commented Jerry, as they left the restaurant, having noted that the man who had so resented being taken for Professor Snodgrass was also settling his bill.
“Well, if he doesn’t run into us again I’ll be thankful,” remarked Jerry. “He sure did make me feel like twenty-nine cents when he turned on me the way he did.”
Quickly the three chums made their way back to the dock to which the Sherman had returned. They saw others on the same errand. The repair work had been completed sooner than was expected, and now the siren of the vessel was blowing to call back those who had been allowed shore leave. Fortunately each one, when being granted permission to “stretch his legs,” had been told to hold himself in readiness, and none had gone far away.
The Motor Boys were soon on board again, and after a slight delay the transport was again moving slowly from the dock.
“Off again!” exclaimed Ned.
“Yes; and let’s hope with better luck!” added Bob.
Jerry looked about the crowded deck. As he did so he gave a start, and grasped the arm of Ned.
“Look!” he exclaimed.
“What is it?” asked Ned. “See a ghost?”