"Faith an' it's a great brain you got," Pat laughed.
"Well, boys, it's getting along toward dinner time, so I reckon we'd better be getting back to the boat," Mr. Lakewood said as he turned and started out through the opening.
"He's got something up his sleeve," Bob whispered to Jack as they fell in behind the others.
"What makes you think so?"
"Because he didn't seem to mind it."
"He didn't for a fact. But what can he have up his sleeve as you put it?"
"We'll have to wait and see. He knows."
It was well past twelve o'clock when they were back on board and Wong, having kept dinner waiting all of ten minutes, was in a bad mood.
"You velly mooch late," he snapped as they entered the mess cabin.
"But we're hungry enough to make up for it," Jack told him.