"Well, they'll have to hurry along—those big discoveries of yours, I mean," laughed Ned; "for it's ten-thirty now, and the shore boats will be at the float at eleven-thirty."
"That's an hour," responded Herc, "and many a big battle has been fought and won in that time. By Hookey!" he broke off suddenly, "did you see those two fellows who just passed?"
"I saw two rather fleshy men in evening clothes hurry by in the direction of the hotel. Why?"
"Did you recognize them?"
Ned laid a hand on Herc's shoulder and wheeled the red-headed Dreadnought Boy about.
"Say, Herc, what's the matter with you to-night? You've got rememberitis, or some similar disease. Who are you going to recognize next?"
"I don't know; likely to run into Gran'pa Zack, if this keeps up. Those two fellows were the same pair of worthies we yanked out of the seats that day in the subway."
Herc chuckled at the recollection.
"No?"
"Yes."