“Fine!” cried Alex.
The other boys were equally frank in their pleasure at the announcement, and Buck went on.
“Now, we’ve got a little motor boat down the river which——”
The man got no farther than that.
The boys set up such a hubbub that it was impossible to hear a thing. They ended by giving three cheers and a tiger for Rube and Buck.
“This is great!” exclaimed Clay.
“Great is no name for it!” Alex declared. “Say, fellows, in order to celebrate this event properly, we ought to have another beefsteak. This good news makes me hungry.”
“I’d like to see something that wouldn’t make you want to eat. You certainly have a whale of an appetite,” was Clay’s comment.
“I know what I’d like right now,” Alex went on, regardless of the laughter of Buck and Rube, “and that is a ’possum pie. I can see myself on board the Rambler, feasting on one right now.”
“That’s all right, but you’re not on board the Rambler yet,” Case complained. “We’re a long ways from it, worse luck!”