When Tom had been duly informed, Bob Somers remarked:
“Well, fellows, this certainly puts a new aspect on the case. What’s to be done? Dave and Vic’ll think we’ve deserted ’em, sure. Another thing: Dave didn’t have a cent.”
“Oh, that’s all right,” said Charlie. “Victor always carries nearly a ton of the stuff in his pockets.”
“I’ll bet he wouldn’t lend Dave a nickel,” put in Tom, charitably. “Looked to me as if he has it in for us.”
“Oh, get out,” scoffed Blake.
“Get off, you mean—eh, Bob?”
“We’ll most likely find a telegram waiting for us at the hotel,” said Bob, shaking his head negatively at Tom’s suggestion.
“Let’s go and see.”
There was so much of interest in the streets that the boys didn’t feel inclined to hurry themselves. So it was late in afternoon when they finally set out in search of the hotel which Captain Bunderley patronized.
By the time they reached it street lights and show windows were gleaming brightly through the darkness of a very dark night.