"Going back to the yard now?" asked Hal.
"No; to the bookstore."
"Hm!" muttered Hal. "I begin to think you're going to keep Mr. Farnum guessing, to pay him back in his own coin."
"No; I'm going up to the store to pick out a small stack of books. Hal, I believe we're going on a cruise, and I mean to have something to read."
"I wonder if you know more than you've told me?" mused Hal, aloud.
"Not a blessed thing. I'm on the guessinglist, and I'm doing the best
I know how at guessing."
Hal didn't say any more, but accompanied his chum to the book-store. There was a package for each of them to carry when they came out. Then they headed down, toward the shipyard.
It was well on toward one o'clock by the time that the chums stepped through the gate into the yard.
"Mr. Farnum is still at his office. That's late for him," remarked Hal.
"Maybe some one has him on the guessinglist, too," laughed Benson