CHAPTER XX.
A FLYING GLANCE.
“Yes, San Francisco at last,” repeated Gus and Mr. Whyland; and the latter added, “Now, the question is, what is it best to do first?”
“I guess we’ll find out quick enough,” said Oliver. “Let us take a look about the city and see if we can find out if Colonel Mendix has arrived.”
“Of course he has arrived; that is, unless he stopped on the way.”
“That is just what I mean. He may have stopped in Chicago or St. Louis for that machinery he wished to purchase.”
“I don’t think it would be a bad plan to look over the registers at the various hotels.”
“That’s a good idea,” replied Oliver. “We can do that this morning.”
“I know what I am going to do,” said Gus. “I’m going to the post-office and see if my father has written to me.”
“Let’s all go,” burst out Oliver. “I am as anxious to hear from home as any one.”
“And so am I,” laughed Mr. Whyland.