They found a good deal. Together they raided the pantry and refrigerator and bore their booty into the dining-room and spread it helter-skelter on the big mahogany table. Then they made coffee, about two quarts of it, and if it wasn’t perfectly clear it at least tasted very, very good. It was after nine o’clock when they sat down to supper and it was well toward ten when they got up. It takes some time to satisfy such hungers as Chub and Roy and Dick had. But, of course, they didn’t spend quite all the time eating, for Whiting’s curiosity had to be satisfied and so it was incumbent to narrate the adventure in search of milk. Whiting thought that a fine joke and wished he had been along.
“I tell you what I’ll do, fellows,” he said. “In the morning I’ll take you back in the car, if you don’t mind starting rather early, and you won’t have much difficulty finding your boat in broad daylight. I hope no one has stolen anything out of it, though.”
Back in the library the boys stretched themselves out comfortably in the big leather chairs, and Whiting turned to Chub with;
“Say, Eaton, do you play ball?”
“Yes, some.”
“Only some, eh? I thought that maybe I’d seen you on the ball field, but—”
“He’s a fibber,” said Dick. “He was captain of his freshman team this year and played on the ’varsity in the big game.”
“Jupiter!” cried Whiting. “I remember now! You’re the chap they put in for Pritchett at the end of the game; you stole home and won the game! That was all right, Eaton!” Whiting beamed across at him. “Thunder, I’m glad I picked you fellows up! I’m a junior next year. You must come and see me. Are you in college, too?”
“Yes,” answered Roy. “I’m in the same class with Chub, and Dick enters in the fall.”
“That’s fine! It was good luck that I came across you to-night. If I hadn’t I’d been stuck back there in the road yet!”