“It is peaches to prunes that he has opened the box long before this, or that some one has!” Alex. put in. “He’s the original little pry-in!”
“I’m all out of guesses,” Jule declared, “and so I’m going to bed.”
The boys saw nothing of the sheriff the next morning. They were on their way at an early hour, and, going at a swift clip, were within sight of New Orleans by nightfall.
“Shall we spend the night in the city?” asked Case, then.
“And where would we leave the Rambler?” asked Jule. “If we left it on the river we wouldn’t have any boat in the morning.”
Without deciding the point the boys tied up some distance above the city and prepared supper. The moon arose in a clear sky about eight o’clock and the boys did not turn on the electric lights after eating. They sat in the moonlight on the deck and watched Captain Joe, Teddy and Mose tumbling about.
“If it wasn’t so much trouble to dress,” Case said, after a time, “I’d like to go to a theatre to-night, and have a swell supper afterwards.”
“You don’t want much!” laughed Clay.
“Why not go, then?” asked Alex. “I’m not too lazy to put on a decent suit.”
“Do you mean it?” demanded Case, rising from his chair.