“It’s all right so long as we land on our feet,” Bob laughed.
“If only you always do,” Mr. Golden sighed. “Really, Bob, I sometimes think I’d better put you two in a glass case and set a watch over you. Then I’d know that you were safe.”
“Who was it?” Jack asked as his brother joined him down on the wharf where he had gone to replace the barrels.
“It was Father. A telegram just came from Rex saying to meet him to-morrow at 10.30.”
“Wonder what’s up. I thought he was going abroad.”
“So did I but it seems that we were wrong.”
“Well, I’ll be mighty glad to see him again.”
“You bet.”
Rex Dale, the son of a prominent business man of Philadelphia, was a few years older than Bob. The boys had met him while at The Fortress, a military college which they both attended, under circumstances already related in a previous volume, and a strong friendship existed between them.
“Must be something mighty important,” Jack declared as they returned to the cottage, “to make him give up that trip.”