They did not answer and retired to their room, muttering dire threats against mischief-making Bob, while that youth, with a happy grin on his face, finished his dressing. He then looked carefully through the keyhole to see that the coast was clear and made a dash for the stairs.
He did not get off scot free, however, for Frank had a slipper near at hand and sent it down the stairs after him. It struck Bob plump on the shoulder and brought a grunt from him that pleased Sammy and Frank immensely.
"Now I feel better," grinned Frank.
"Yes," laughed Sammy. "Bob's pretty slick but he can't always get away with it."
A truce was declared while they gathered around the breakfast table. Mrs. Bouncer had prepared an especially good meal in honor of the boys' last day in Lighthouse Cove.
They were to leave on the early afternoon train, and as there was a good deal to do before that time, Mrs. Bouncer sent the boys out of doors right after breakfast so that she might have a free hand.
The boys wandered around taking a last look at the places where they had had such a happy time that Summer. To be sure they had had times, too, that were full of danger and anxiety. But these, at any rate, had kept their experience from being tame, and now that they were safely over they were not unpleasant to look back upon.
"We certainly have had a bully time here," remarked Sammy.
"Yes," said Frank. "I half hate to leave the old place."
"We'll have lots to tell the boys when we get back to Fairview," observed Bob.