“For goodness sake, Bob, what’s the matter with your duds? They look as though you had slept between wet sheets in them,” Jack declared as he gazed in amazement.
“They do look kinder out of press, that’s a fact,” Bob agreed with a broad grin.
“I’ll say they do. What’s the answer? They didn’t look that way last night.”
“Wait till after breakfast and I’ll tell you all about it. It’s rather a long story,” and Bob, now fully dressed led the way to the dining-room followed by a very much bewildered Jack.
The latter noticed that Bob looked up quickly with an anxious look on his face each time the door opened. He bolted his breakfast as rapidly as he could. They had been at the table not more than ten minutes when he whispered:
“For goodness sake. Bob, are you going to eat all day?”
“Just because you have been eating as though you thought your life depended on how much you could stow away per minute you mustn’t think I’ve been doing the same,” Bob smiled. “But I’ll be through pretty soon.”
Jack waited with what patience he could muster until Bob announced that he had finished.
“Now spring it and for goodness sake make it snappy,” Jack ordered as soon as they were back in the cabin.
So Bob told the story of his adventure interrupted many times by exclamations of surprise from his brother.