Then they let out a shout of glee and grabbed the hands of the grinning McRae and Robbie and almost wrung them off in their delight.
“Mac, you’re the real goods!” exclaimed Joe.
“You’ve got a heart that’s as big as a house,” cried Jim.
“Thank Robbie,” replied the smiling McRae. “He suggested it.”
“And you fell in with it,” added Joe, as they overwhelmed Robbie with their thanks. “You’re both of you princes.”
“That’s all right,” replied McRae. “You boys deserve something for the way you’ve worked this spring. Now be off with you and look up your time-tables.”
They needed no urging, and rushed into the office of the hotel, hardly knowing whether they stood on their heads or their heels.
“My word!” blurted out Reggie, as he sauntered up to them as immaculate as though he had just stepped from a bandbox. “What’s all the dust-up about? That yell outside made me think you’d gone off your bloomin’ heads.”
“We did, almost!” exclaimed Joe, and went on to tell Reggie the cause of their exhilaration.