“I say, we’ve got old Tidball to thank for this feed, haven’t we? If it hadn’t been for that speech of his we’d never have had enough money in the treasury to buy sandwiches.”
“I guess that’s so,” answered the captain.
“You fellows needn’t think, though,” cautioned Patterson, “that you’re going to get this sort of thing every trip.”
There was a groan.
“Put him out!” called Gilberth.
“Down with the manager!” cried King.
“I wish,” said Jack to Motter, who sat at his left, “that I could take some of this dinner back to Tidball. I don’t believe he ever had a real good dinner in all his life!”
“Guess you’re right,” Motter laughed. “Anyway, he doesn’t look as though he ever had!”
Patterson distributed tickets to one of the theaters, and the men were cautioned to be back at the hotel promptly at eleven in order to take the midnight train for home.