best to let him work it off in his own way, and be as cheerful as possible toward him.
"Is there any later news of the flood, in the paper?" asked Joe. "We only read of it in yesterday's sheet."
"Yes, it's getting worse instead of better," replied Mr. Piper. "I can't get my regular paper, though," he complained. "Why don't you keep the Planet?" he asked, of the boy behind the counter.
"I did have some, sir, but they're all gone," was the smiling answer.
"Ha! That's just the way! Everything goes wrong with me!" cried C. C. "I've a good notion to go back and not start until tomorrow. Something serious is bound to happen before this day is over. I've a notion to go back."
"Oh, I wouldn't," persuaded Blake. "Mr. Ringold will be expecting you, and he will be disappointed."
"Well, I'll go on; but, mark my words, something will happen before we reach New York," predicted C. C.
The moving picture boys purchased newspapers, not being particular what kind, as long as they contained fresh news of the big flood. They found more recent dispatches than those
