"
"I'm wondering where you got this yacht, Jim," inquired another.
"Never mind how I got it as long as we have got it. That's the
main thing," interrupted another one. "What I want to know, is
about those grape fruits we're talking about. How does it taste?"
"Fine. Fine," answered Jim promptly. Then turning to the boys he
inquired, "Have you got anything on board to eat?"
"You see that monemint up yonder," interrupted another pointing
to a tall granite shaft that could be seen in the distance. The
entire party including the boys at once looked in the direction
indicated and saw a beautiful memorial stone, although few of
them were aware of what it commemorated.
"Yes, that's my granddad's tombstone," said one of the tramps.
"I guess he must have been some man," exclaimed one of his
companions. "It's a pity the rest of the family didn't take after
him."
"We did, but we didn't want to hog the whole thing. We had to let
some one else have a chance too."
Meanwhile the Black Growler was speeding swiftly over the waters
of the Erie Canal. Fred was driving at high speed and as the boat
sped forward he was keenly watching for the coming of a boat that
might provide help for the Go Ahead boys in their predicament.
Several canal-boats had been passed, but there was no one on
board who appeared to be able to help.
The unwelcome guests still talked noisily to one another, but in
the main they ignored the boys and as yet had not offered any
violence.
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