"Ah, ha! No wonder!" he cried. "The girls? So that's why you
fellows were fixing up, and getting yourselves to look pretty. And
you let me monkey with the motor, and get all grease and dirt while
you-- Say, I guess we'll call off this eating stunt," and he swung
over the steering wheel.
"Oh, I say?" protested Innis.
"Don't be mean?" added Paul. "We haven't seen the girls in some
time, and there's three of 'em--"
Dick laughed. On the dock, under the shade of an awning, he had
caught sight of three pretty girls from town--girls he and his chums
knew quite well. They were Mabel Hanford, in whom Dick was more
than ordinarily interested, Grace Knox, and Irene Martin.
"I thought I'd get a rise out of you fellows," the young millionaire
went on. "Trying to get me in bad, were you!"
The boat swerved away from the dock. The girls, who had arisen,
evidently to come down to the float, and welcome the approaching
cadets, seemed disappointed. One of them had waved her handkerchief
in response to a salute from Paul.
"Here, take some of this and clean your face," suggested Paul,
handing Dick some cotton waste from a seat locker.
"And here's a bit for your shoes," added Innis, performing a like
service. "You'll look as good as we do."
"What about my hands?" asked Dick. "Think I want to go up and sit
alongside of a girl with paws like these?" and he held out one that
was black and oily.
"Haven't you any soap aboard?" asked Innis, for he, like Paul,
seemed anxious that Dick should land them at the dock where the
girls were.
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