"What's to be done?"
"Since I have been here I have noticed a wagon going through on the main road every evening about this time. It belongs to Rousmann, the delicatessen man of Rockville. I wish you'd stop him and see what you can buy for us." And as he finished Dave took a two-dollar bill from his pocket and held it out.
"By hookey! I'll do it!" cried Sam, readily. "Come on, Shadow! Maybe we can get enough to have a little feast to-night!"
"Not on two dollars," answered Phil. "Here's another fifty cents."
"Oh, I've got a little money of my own," returned Sam.
"So have I—thirty-five cents," added Shadow. "My allowance is behind time. And that puts me in mind of another story. Two men were——Oh, but I forgot, you are too hungry to listen to yarns. Well, I'll tell it some other time," and away he went after Sam, out into the hallway and down the broad stairs.
"If only they get there before that wagon passes!" sighed the senator's son.
"Maybe the driver won't have anything to sell. He may be sold out," came from Phil.
"Let us hope for the best," answered Dave, cheerfully. "He can't be sold out of everything. Even a loaf of bread and some sardines wouldn't go bad."
"Or some frankfurters," added Roger.