“But for the character of the buildings this view might suggest a bit of Holland,” remarked Captain Bunderley.
Other bridges were passed. Finally, beyond a bend in the river, the skipper gave orders to bring the yacht up alongside a wharf. This was done in an orderly fashion, and within a few moments she was made fast.
“We’re here, and here we stay,” said Captain Bunderley. “No East Water Street bridge for the ‘Fearless’ to-day, boys.”
The Judge shook hands warmly with the three and gave the captain his card.
“Don’t forget that I’m ready to return the favor at any time,” he said, cordially. “This applies to all of you. Good-bye!”
They watched the tall, dignified Judge until his figure had disappeared behind a building.
“Judges can be mighty nice, after all,” thought Charlie. “Still, I’d a heap rather meet this particular one off the bench than on.”
“Now, boys,” spoke up Uncle Ralph, “a telegram must be sent to your stout friend Brandon announcing our safe arrival. Tell Victor to take a room at the hotel and expect me back to-morrow. Now, we’re thirty odd miles from your motor car. Going with me in the morning, or will——”
“Not for mine,” declared the “grind,” decidedly.
“Either Dave or Tom can drive the car,” said Bob. “So we’ll let ’em come to us.”