"That overcoat seems like an insult to the climate," he remarked.
"Don't throw it away," advised Tom Halstead, "until you see whether some of the 'Frisco nights are chilly. I've sort of an idea they will be."
"I wonder whether we're going to have much time ashore, or whether it will be all spent on the water?" suggested Joe. But Tom, of course, didn't know the answer.
"Sixteenth Street next stop!" called the porter through the car.
"Might as well stretch our legs," hinted Tom, rising. Joe also left his seat.
As several of the passengers in the car were heading toward the front end, the motor boat boys started for the observation compartment at the rear end.
The young lady was still standing there. It looked as though she intended to step down outside as soon as the train should come to a stop. Not wishing to intrude, Tom Halstead halted, a few feet away, Joe doing the same.
Hardly had the train stopped when a porter opened the door of the observation compartment. The young lady quickly descended, the boys following. The young lady remained close to the steps, glancing about her. Lifting their hats, Tom and Joe stepped past her, mingling in the throng at the station. There wasn't much here to see, but it was a relief to be quit of the train for a minute or two.
"There's the engine bell ringing," nudged Joe, at last. "We may as well hustle back."