“Will you come up to the hotel with us?” he asked.
“I’m not in condition,” I laughed. “I had better be about my business.”
“No, no; I want you to stay here,” he returned quickly. “I want to see you just as soon as I can change my clothes.”
“Suppose I come back in half an hour?”
“That will suit me very well.”
After the party had landed I skirted the shore until I came to the business portion of the town. Here I tied up, and made my way at once to Mr. Carnet’s flour and feed store.
“Well, Rube, got that middlings for me?” he exclaimed as I entered.
“Yes, sir; sixteen bags.”
“All right. Just pile them up in the shed on the wharf. I’ll go down with you. How much?”