"At least, Mr. Rhinds is, for he
always takes a walk in the evening, after dinner. Now, I've discovered
the place where they serve the finest hot soda--chocolate, at that. I
wanted to invite all hands there. But I'm afraid Rhinds and your
employers may come out and be looking for us. Benson, do you feel like
remaining here, to guide them along, while I take your comrades up to
the place? You can tell the older men where we are, and then Mr Rhinds
will bring you all around. He knows the place. Come along, Somers and
Hastings. Benson, bring the older ones as soon as you see them come out
of the hotel."
"Why, say, Jack, you go along now," urged Eph. "You know I don't care
much about chocolate, and you do. So run along. I'll stay right here
until I see our people."
"Good boy, Eph!" murmured Jack, gratefully. "You know my weakness for
hot chocolate. I feel as if I could punish four or five of 'em right
now."
As he turned away with Jack and Hal, Mr. Radwin looked rather
disappointed. In fact, he was exceedingly disappointed, for he had hoped
to leave Captain Jack Benson at this corner on the block below the hotel.
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