“That’s right,” agreed Sid, and so the tents were struck, and our heroes went their several ways to enjoy what was left of their vacation before again gathering at Randall. And in that time nothing new developed about the missing cups and jewelry. Nor was any word heard of the pawnbroker or Mendez.
“Hello, there’s Dutch Housenlager, bigger than ever!”
“Yes, and there’s Bricktop redder than ever. I say, Brick!”
“Hello, Parsons, you look as brown as a berry. What have you been doing with yourself?”
“Camping.”
“You look it. I was at the shore—beastly hot, too!”
“Say, isn’t the new boathouse swell?”
“Nothing like it. Oh, it’s going to be great at Randall this Fall.”