"You're all right son!" affirmed the Harvard catcher. "Any time you are out of a job I'll recommend you to the Braves."
A general laugh went up.
Altogether the morning was a glorious day of comradeship, nor did it lessen His Highness's happiness when he returned to his quarters to see disembarking from Mr. Crowninshield's motor car the familiar form of Bob.
"I brought your brother back from Seaver Bay with me," explained the financier. "It took him so long to make up his mind whether he'd come here or not that I went over there to-day to find out whether he was dead or alive."
Mr. Crowninshield was plainly enjoying Walter's amazement.
"And you've come to stay?" His Highness, all delight and confusion, contrived to stammer.
"So they tell me," Bob laughed.
He was a tall, handsome fellow with a grave mouth and thoughtful brown eyes; and when he spoke it was in a voice low and pleasing to the ear.
"Oh, Bob and I have lots of secrets we haven't let you into, little chap," affirmed the master of Surfside gaily.
"I never was so surprised!" gasped Walter.