“I’m betting you will,” smiled Joe, who felt there was a big chance of an expedition.
“Perhaps,” smiled Mr. Holton. “Right now, though, let’s think of something else. We want to leave for Washington tomorrow morning. We’d go today if Ben and I didn’t have some more business to look after.”
“Had breakfast yet?” inquired Joe.
“Breakfast? You mean lunch?” Mr. Lewis laughed. “Boys, in case you don’t know it, it’s nearly ten o’clock.”
“Wow!” cried Bob. “If Joe and I get to see any more of old San Francisco we’ll have to do some hustling.”
“Be careful that you don’t get in any danger. Don’t be carried away on some ship,” Mr. Holton said, grinning. “And now,” he added, “we’re leaving. Be back about three this afternoon. Take care of yourselves, boys. And be careful.”
“We will. So long, Mr. Lewis, Dad.”
The youths had been dressing during the conversation with their fathers, and now they were ready to get breakfast. After the meal, they would start out to see more of San Francisco and perhaps visit other cities across the bay.
A half hour later they were walking down Market Street toward the Ferry Building, having decided to see the busy waterfront.
It was no short distance to their destination, but they moved rapidly, dodging in and out among the crowd of shoppers. They were so interested in the sights about them that they found themselves almost without knowing it at the Ferry Building.