"You bet there is!" laughed Jimmie. "The only battery that never gets under foot or loses a shoe is at the foot of Broadway, in little old New York!"
"Hardly at the foot of Broadway," Jack began, but Jimmie interrupted.
"Never mind," he said, "if we know where it is! You go an' fix up this motor boat of the name of Manhattan, an' we'll have a ride."
"The boat will be ready by to-morrow morning," the Captain said, smiling at the friendly arguments of the two boys. "I presume you have your instructions?" he added.
"I have them here," Major Ross said, rather sternly, as he took a sealed packet from his pocket.
"When and where are you to open that packet?" asked the Captain.
"On my arrival at this place," was the dignified reply.
The Major seemed to be of opinion that the Captain was stepping on his official rights.
"Then we'll go up to the house and you look them over while I see what can be found to celebrate this auspicious event! I don't often have the pleasure of meeting four happy, husky, hungry boys fresh from the United States!"
"You're the goods, all right!" shouted Jimmie. "But how did you guess we were hungry?"