Teddy was not far behind.
“I’m the coffee boy. Where’s the coffee?” he shouted.
“Have it in a few minutes,” answered the attendant who had been so kind to them the previous morning. “Here, you boys, get over by the steam boiler there and dry out your clothes,” he added, noting that their teeth were chattering.
“Wish somebody would pour a pail of water over me,” shivered Teddy.
“Water? What for?”
“To wash the rain off. I’m soaked,” he answered humorously.
They huddled around the steam boiler, the warmth from which they found very comforting in their bedraggled condition.
“I’m steaming like an engine,” laughed Phil, taking off his coat and holding it near the boiler.
“Yes; I’ve got enough of it in my clothes to run a sawmill,” agreed Teddy. “How about that coffee?”
“Here it is.”