“About one o’clock, if everything goes well,” answered Bob.
He put on his goggles, for occasionally the breeze brought with it a shower of flying particles.
“Good! Then we can slip over to Uncle Ralph’s motor yacht. Did you speak, sir?”
“I did,” answered Tom, with dignity. “I said it might be a good idea for the bunch to stop over night at Kenosha.”
“They might stand for you that long,” grinned Victor.
“The question is: can we stand for it?”
“Maybe we’ll see you at Milwaukee,” broke in Charlie. “Too bad, Vic, you’re not going to stick with us all the way. You’d never catch me going on any yacht.”
“Why not?”
“I can’t swim.”
“Well, Uncle Ralph wouldn’t expect you to swim. Anyway, you ought to be ashamed to admit it.”