For Miss Todd thereupon handed Frank and Joe an order for a handsome motion picture camera, something they had long wished to own. To Chet and Biff she gave each a gold watch and chain.
"Speech! Speech!" shouted the other boys, as the recipients of the gifts stammered their thanks.
After considerable pressure, Frank was at last prevailed upon to say a few words.
"I'm not a very good orator," he said.
"You're a better detective," shouted one of the lads at the table.
"I'm not a very good orator," he repeated, "but I certainly want to thank Miss Todd very much indeed, although we don't deserve such a beautiful present. I'm sure we're going to have a lot of fun with it. But we're mighty glad Professor Todd is better and—I guess that's all."
There were loud cheers for this effort, and Frank sat down blushing.
"Speech from Chet Morton!"
"Say, listen—" protested the bashful Chet.
But he was shoved to his feet.