“We’ve got enough to live on for a few weeks, while looking for work,” said Frank, as he looked at the roll of bills which meant so much to them now.
“That is if we don’t try to live very high,” agreed Ned, with a smile. “No expensive hotels or taxicab rides for us.”
“Not much!”
So one warm June morning Frank and Ned set out for the station of the Long Island Railroad, and took a train for the metropolis.
“Some change in our prospects from what we looked forward to a couple of weeks ago,” remarked Ned, as he settled in his seat.
“That’s right. I’m going to miss that motor boat a whole lot; aren’t you?” Frank asked.
“Don’t speak of it,” and Ned’s voice was a trifle husky. “Remember how we were out in that storm?”
“I should say so! That’s the day uncle got the bad news.”
“Yes. And that’s the day we saw the battleship plowing along the big waves, and had an idea we might get on one. Well, I guess that idea has gone overboard and is in Davy Jones’ locker by this time.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” said Frank, with a somewhat mysterious air.