"On the last leg of our journey. All well and Grampus as fit as a fiddle. Telegraph me at Acapulco."
"Too bad that old canal wasn't finished," observed Dick, as the Grampus left Panama, "at the time we left Belize. We could have come through it, if it had been, and saved a month's time and all that mix-up with the Japs."
"That wasn't the point, Dick," spoke up Glennie. "This trip has been in the nature of a try-out for the Grampus. The government wanted to see what she could do—and I guess the government will know when my log is read at headquarters."
"You're giving us a good report, Glennie?" laughed Dick.
"As good as I can make it."
"Then that means a sale of the boat, without a doubt."
"I understood that my report was to be final. I've had the cruise of my life with you motor boys, and I almost hate to reach San Francisco, because we'll have to separate there."
"You're an A One comrade, Glennie," said Matt heartily, "and you need never look for a pal while this outfit of motor boys is around."
"My sentiments to a t, y, ty," averred Dick.
"Und mine, too, py shinks!" cried Carl.