“And how did he happen to think of us, and how did he know we were here?”
“He says he thought of us at once—as soon as he got the news,” went on Blake, “and he had our address. We left it with him when we came here, you know, but told him not to send for us except in case of emergency.”
“And this sure is an emergency,” cried Joe.
“You’re right,” agreed his chum. “Mr. Ringold got busy on the telephone, and—well, you know the rest. I told him we’d start for New York as soon as we could pack up. He’ll meet us there, and then we’ll head straight for the flooded district with our cameras.”
“Busy times ahead,” murmured Joe. “Well, I guess it’s all for the best, except the carrying away of our friends. I was getting a bit tired of this vacation life, anyhow.”
“So was I,” admitted Blake, as they left the store and headed for their boarding house.
With quickening steps the boys walked up the path. There was nervous energy in their every move.
“My! But you’re in a hurry on a hot day,” observed Mrs. Baker, who had taken quite a liking to her two young boarders.
“Got to be!” exclaimed Blake. “We’re going to try and catch the afternoon train for New York.”
“New York! My sakes alive! You’re not going; are you?”