“Well, you put it all over us,” said one of them to the Leader reporter.
“With Larry’s help I did,” replied Mr. Newton. “If I hadn’t had him along, I never could have done it.”
“Larry’s all right,” was the immediate and hearty response.
Larry thought he had never been on a train that moved so slowly. It seemed to crawl along. A flying machine would have been too slow for him, so eager was he to get home.
But at last he arrived in New York. It seemed good to get away from the sight of dirty brown water, sorrowful people, and the constant rain that had been his portion for a week.
“I’ll see you at the office in the morning,” said Mr. Newton. “Good-night.”
“Good-night,” called Larry as he ran after a car.
He reached home. Into the house he burst with:
“Here I am, mother! How are you? How’s Lucy? How are Mary and Jimmy?”
“Oh, Larry, Larry!” exclaimed his mother, throwing her arms around him.