"Just as you say," said Grant, as taking his bag in his hand he stepped quickly to the dock.
Already a small assembly had gathered and was commenting upon the beauty of the little motor-boat. The pride of Fred had been satisfied so many times throughout the day that he was not unduly moved now by the words which he overheard. In a brief time he and his two companions were walking up State Street and soon secured rooms for the night in their hotel.
An hour later when they entered the dining-room they were amazed to behold their missing friend John seated at a small table at which there were three places besides the one he had taken.
For a moment the three Go Ahead boys stopped and gazed in amazement at him, and then, without a word being spoken, all three silently advanced to the table which he had reserved and apparently without recognizing the presence of their friend at once seated themselves.
"Why don't you say something?" demanded John, a grin appearing on his face as he spoke.
"I'm going to say something in a minute," said George. "I want to read through this program first to find out what I'm to have for my dinner."
"'Program' is a good word," said Grant soberly. "When George has such a chance to get a square meal he always has a regular program mapped out."
"That's all right," retorted George, without glancing up from the menu card.
"Why don't you say something?" demanded John again.
"My friend," said Grant soberly, gazing a moment at John as he spoke, "words are not adequate to express our feeling. How is it with you?"