“Very good.”
The hotel and restaurant which Uncle Ralph generally patronized on his visits to the city was some distance from the wharf. As no telegraph office was passed on the way they concluded to defer sending the missive to Dave until after their meal. And this took considerable time.
But the telegram was finally flashed over the wires with the request that Dave should send an immediate response. Then nothing remained but to see the sights and amuse themselves.
Captain Bunderley, after exacting a promise that they would meet him at the hotel about six o’clock, returned to the yacht.
After they had wandered about the busy streets for some time Charlie exclaimed:
“Now, what’s the program? My legs are beginning to put up a kick.”
“We are right close to that East Water Street bridge,” said Bob, as he consulted a pocket map. “Looked like an interesting section to me. Suppose we take it in?”
“One way is about as good as another, I s’pose,” replied Charlie, wearily.
As the two came in sight of the bridge a tall, thin boy standing near a little building at one end attracted Blake’s attention.
“By Jove!” he exclaimed, “I never expected to see another chap in this part of the country with a shape just like Tom’s! What’s the matter, Bob?”