"
"Well, if this Mr. Somebody owns that bond why doesn't he come
and claim it?" retorted John.
"It's my opinion that Mr. Somebody has come," said Grant dryly.
"What do you mean?" inquired George.
"I don't know that I mean anything. I'm thinking though that the
man who owns that bond, if it is good for anything, isn't going
to rest easily until he finds out where it is."
"Do you think that boatman owns it?" asked John.
"It's plain that he knows something about it," answered Grant.
Meanwhile the two girls in the party were becoming somewhat
impatient.
"My, nobody knows how thirsty I am!" said Miss Susie, who had
been an interested listener and for some strange reason had not
joined in the conversation.
"Plenty of water around here," suggested John.
"I don't mean that," said the girl quickly. "I mean something
cold."
"And frozen?" asked John.
"My, how quick witted you are!" laughed the girl. "That's exactly
what we want."
"I suppose we might as well give in first as last," said George
in mock despair. "If anybody knows where we can get any ice cream
we'll start."
"We'll start anyway," spoke up Miss Susie. "If we start we shall
find it."
Evidently success attended the efforts to locate the ice cream
parlors for long before the return of the boys and girls to the
Black Growler, Fred and his grandfather had come back, the latter
becoming more impatient with the failure of the young people to
appear.
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