“Where, which and what?” he asked.
“All three, kind sir,” answered Joe. “But that electric car on Washington Heights looms up strangely large. Somebody on it just dropped a coin.”
Aleck looked rather puzzled, that is until the speaker added, “Hurry up and see if he finds it. Looked to me like a nickel of the year twelve hundred and six.”
Aleck Hunt raised the glass to his eyes.
“Hey! Did you ever see such a wobble?” he exclaimed. “Wouldn’t like to be on a car swinging around like that. This glass makes my arms ache, too; and it’s all out of focus. Want it back?”
“Yes,” said Joe, incautiously.
“Then you can’t have it,” returned Aleck, as he once more raised the telescope.
“Better keep her out a bit, Cap’n Jack,” yelled Joe Preston. “Unless you want to climb the hill.”
And Jack, becoming a little bolder, swung the “Gray Gull” further out into the stream. Fred presently relieved him at the tiller. Then the others took their turns.
On the “promenade deck,” as Jack soon christened it, Confuse-us, feeling no doubt that the occasion was one of great importance, ambled from side to side, gazing curiously at the lapping water which splashed and gurgled so close beneath his nose.