“And then too, it will take some time for your father to get down to the telegraph office and send the money,” was Pee Wee’s contribution.
“Oh, stop your croaking, you fellows,” cried Bobby. “I’m sure everything will be all right.” But, just the same, their doleful suggestions made him a little uneasy, and he fidgeted about as he watched the hands of the station clock.
“There’s another thing,” observed Mouser, returning to the charge. “Suppose now—just suppose—that the money doesn’t get to us before the train starts, what are we going to do?”
“Then we’ll be stuck,” admitted Bobby. “And we’ll have to do a whole lot more telegraphing to Rockledge telling them that we can’t get there till to-morrow. But even if the money is late, it’s sure to come. We can pay for our meals and lodging over night and won’t have to go to the poorhouse.”
“Lucky we got such a dandy feed at Mrs. Wilson’s anyway,” remarked Pee Wee. “That will keep us going until the money comes.”
“It was mighty good of her to give us such a meal and not charge a cent for it,” said Mouser.
“Free meals for five hungry boys,” murmured Fred.
“Five!” exclaimed Pee Wee in surprise. “Why, there were only four of us.”
“Yes,” replied Fred, “but you counted for two.”
Pee Wee made a rush toward him, but Fred dodged adroitly.