As late as it was, it was decided to walk across town to where Abe Blower resided, and the three boys set out without delay.
"I'd get a cab, if any was around," said Roger, who saw how tired Phil was.
"Maybe, Phil, you had better go to bed and let Roger and me go to Blower's home," suggested Dave.
"No, if you go, I'll go too," declared the shipowner's son, who never cared to be left behind when anything was going on.
The place where Abe Blower resided was down at the end of a side street, which, at this hour of the night, was dark and deserted. They had some little difficulty in finding the right number. The house stood back from the street, and not a single light shone within it.
"Everybody gone to bed," announced Dave. "It seems like a shame to wake them up."
"I'll wait till morning," announced the senator's son. "Now we know just where the place is, we can come here directly after breakfast." And so it was settled.
At the hotel Phil found himself so tired that he pitched into bed with scant ceremony. After the long trip on the train, Dave felt that he needed a bath and took it, followed by Roger. Then all went sound asleep, not to awaken until daylight. Then Phil took a good "soak," as he called a
