"Will you stay long?"
"Oh, a day or two."
"Heard that it's a pretty lively place," commented Nat; "no end of things to see. Maybe we'll like it well enough to put in a week."
By this time the steamboat was far out in the bay, and the shore was barely discernible on the horizon. The boys, too active to sit still very long, left their seats for a tour of inspection. They visited the engine room, interviewed the engineer, then trooped into the restaurant, where a meal was thoroughly enjoyed. Nat, by his loud speech and droll remarks, managed to attract a great deal of attention.
About two o'clock, Tocono was sighted.
"Biggest town we've seen yet," said Bob, as they approached.
"Makes Clair Bay look like a village," declared Nat.
Factories of all sorts and warehouses fronted the bay, while church steeples and a number of towering structures rose above the great mass of buildings beyond.
"We ought to have a great time here!" exclaimed Nat, gleefully. "Won't I crow over Hacky when we get back to Kingswood?"
Nat pushed forward, and was the first to pass down the gangplank.