Ten o’clock arrived. Dave took another careful survey of the river, but, seeing no signs of the motor yacht, he accordingly walked off to join the figure loitering in the distance.
“I knew it wouldn’t be there,” was Victor’s greeting.
“Perhaps in a quarter of an hour——” began the stout boy.
“Nix,” interrupted Victor. “Uncle Ralph has kept me waiting; I’ll keep him waiting. I’m going to the circus.”
“Tyrant!” laughed Dave. “Lead on, Prince. I’ll follow.”
“Here now: don’t you start any funny prattling, Brownie. My name is Victor.”
“Human nature is indeed a curious study,” sighed the historian.
After another trip to Spudger’s the boys started for the wharf again.
“Gee, if Uncle Ralph isn’t there by this time I’ll give it up,” remarked Victor.
Uncle Ralph wasn’t there. And if Victor did give it up he kept right on talking.