“It’s twenty-five minutes past two,” said Grant sleepily as he looked at his watch after the party had landed at the dock.
“We’ve had so much excitement and so many things to do in the last two or three days that I think I shall sleep right through the bed,” said John.
The weary boys almost threatened to fulfill the prophecy of John. In spite of the excitement through which they had passed they were speedily asleep and it was late the following morning before any one arose.
“What’s up to-day?” called Fred as he opened the door between the rooms which the four boys occupied.
“Not very much,” responded George, who was already dressed and had been down in the office of the hotel. “I have learned one thing though.”
“Good for you,” laughed Grant. “You couldn’t learn many less, that’s one thing sure.”
“I have learned that Mr. Button has gone,” declared George, ignoring the bantering of his companion.
“Gone?” demanded Grant. “What do you mean?”
“Just what I say.”
“Do you mean he has left Mackinac Island for good and all?”