I never saw it afterward. Did you mail it at the office, Roy?”
“Yes—er—I guess so. I put it in my pocket when we went to dinner.”
“Ten to one, you didn’t mail it!” exclaimed Dick.
“Suppose you look in your pocket,” Chub suggested. Roy walked into the forward cabin with a frown on his face. Chub and Dick grinned across at each other. In a moment Roy returned with the letter in his hand and looking very sheepish.
“It was in the pocket of my blue serge,” he announced. The others looked disgusted.
“You’re a nice one!” exclaimed Chub. “Here we are with nothing on board for luncheon and no one to invite us to the Cottage.”
“I’m awfully sorry,” muttered Roy. “I don’t know how I came to forget it.”
“Well, there’s bacon and potatoes, isn’t there?” he added with an attempt at cheerfulness.
“Bacon and potatoes!” growled Chub. “I’m sick of bacon and potatoes!”
“And I’m sick of cooking ’em!” added Dick.
