CHAPTER XVII
LOST!
“Do you know what I’ve decided, do you know what I’ve decided?” demanded Pee-wee, uproariously.
“Break it to us gently and let us hear the worst,” said Roy.
“I decided that we ought to stop in Albany and have Tom buy a suit. I didn’t say anything before, but crinkums, he ought not to go to Plattsburg without a suit. You can see that yourself. And he can get one now, all right.”
“Hear that, Tom?” said Mr. Ellsworth, quizzically.
They were running up the stretch of river above Castleton and would reach the capital that day, if their plans held good.
“I got no objections to getting a suit,” said Tom. “I believe in suits. I never said I didn’t.”
The Good Turn had run up alongside the Honor Scout which had come to anchor for swimming and luncheon, and Tom and his patrol had gone aboard the larger boat for “eats,” where an uproarious session of jollying usually awaited him.
“Hurrah for Sigmund Eisner!” shouted Roy. “He’s the fellow that makes scouts, hey, Raymond?”
“No, he isn’t,” said Raymond, quite boldly. “He’s the fellow that makes suits.”