"
"All I know," smiled Dick cordially, "is that you are all heartily
welcome. Can we stir up a fire and broil some fish?"
"Don't think of it, thank you," begged Hartwell. "We've had our
suppers---dinners, the hotel folks insist on calling 'em. It's
jolly enough for us to be allowed to join you and see the watermelon
passing around."
"Chug! chug! Puff! puff!" sounded the returning launch. Dick
glanced apprehensively at Dr. Bentley and the ladies. Did the
coming of the launch mean that it was about time for the pleasant
evening to break up?
"Might I ask where and how you find such delicious watermelons
in this neck of the woods?" inquired Brown, of the Prestons.
"Ask the young ladies," piped up Danny Grin, thereby getting himself
much disliked for at least the next thirty seconds.
"Dr. Bentley and the young ladies obtained the melons from a farmer,"
explained Tom Reade, giving Dan an unseen poke in the small of
the back.
"These melons look good enough to steal," laughed Hartwell, and
was unable to understand the total silence that greeted his assertion.
"Help wanted from a couple of you boys!" called the voice of the
launch man.
Four of Dick & Co. raced down to the water's edge. They came
back, staggering under a big bucket covered on the top with bagging.
"What is this?" asked Dick.
"Ice cream," explained the doctor. "Mrs. Bentley's suggestion."
"We fellows of Preston High School feel ashamed of ourselves for
having intruded," exclaimed Hartwell.
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