“Let the poor fellow go, Manning. He will hurt himself more than you can hurt him in the long run.”
Myles allowed himself to be persuaded, and in another minute the two reporters were driving rapidly back toward the city.
“It is too bad,” said Myles, presently, “that your chance of getting a description of the crew, and how they live in training, and of the boat, should be knocked in the head by that fellow’s stupidity.”
“Oh, I’ll get all that to-morrow,” was the careless reply.
“But they won’t admit you.”
“I guess they will, and tell me all I want to know, and show me every thing I want to see. I shouldn’t wonder if they even invited me to go out with them in their boat—and I’ll do it too.”
“Whatever can you mean?” asked Myles.
“Wait until to-morrow and I’ll show you the trick,” said Billings.