He had found his father half a dozen times before he reached his room on the third floor, and broke in on his brother with his face flushed with excitement.
"Get ready, Ray," he cried.
"Get ready for what?" asked his surprised brother.
"To go to sea. We are going on a long cruise."
"Look here, Clyde Ellis, are you crazy?"
"Not a bit of it," replied Clyde, cheerily. "Listen."
And rapidly he detailed the occurrences of the day. Before he had quite finished there was a step in the hall, and a moment later Uncle Ellis appeared at the doorway.
"Not gone to bed yet?" he asked.
He seemed to be laboring under a heavy strain, and it was with difficulty that he controlled himself.
"Not yet," replied Clyde.