“Yes, they were as long as a spelling lesson. I believe it was that placard those fellows had that helped me. I just couldn’t stand for that. Hel-lo, Langford, old boy! Well, it’s good to see your pudgy face!”
“Sh-h-h, here he comes,” cried Roy Carpenter, the Hawks’ patrol leader, as Gordon’s head became visible above the companionway.
“Dearie me!” said Waring. “Let’s get from under!”
Gordon made a dive for Harry, and grabbed him. “Come down, come down!” said he.
“Hello, Kid, down where?”
“Downstairs—she—she—”
“Go ahead, Harry boy,” said John Walden, knowingly. “By all means, go!”
But Harry had no choice.
“I thought I would wait until you had seen your friends,” said Miss Crosby, shaking hands with him, “to congratulate you for your perfectly wonderful—”
“Did you have a good view, Miss Crosby?”