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But Harry did not intend to have himself and 

 Dunbar go hungry. He proposed that they get off 

 the boat at Middletown and get a lunch at a beanery. 

 This/ was agreeable to Dunbar, in fact it had to be. 

 Harry asked some bystander how long the boat 

 stopped at Middletown, and the reply was: ''About 

 a half hour." 



They were enjoying their coffee and beans when 

 a whistle was heard. 



"What's that!" excitedly asked Harry. 



''That's the boat leaving the dock," replied the 

 waiter. 



"The hell it is!" sputtered Harry. "Why a man 

 down there told me we had a half hour's time." 



"Oh," replied the waiter,,' "he was some one that 

 didn't know what he was talking about." 



"How about a train to the next boat landing?" 

 asked Harry, forgetting all about the unfinished 

 meal. 



"No train until tomorrow morning," grinned the 

 waiter, who evidently sensed the reason he had them 

 for customers. 



"Well, we've got to catch that boat — where's there 

 a livery stable?" excitedly asked Harry, as he 

 grabbed Dunbar by the coat collar and yanked him 

 away from his food. 



"Next door," answered the waiter, "but I'll take 

 forty cents, please." 



Harry flipped him a half dollar. Excitable in his 

 coolest moment, he was now a bundle of energy — 

 and ordered a horse and carriage to take himself 



