"Bessie is all wet," put in the little girl. "And so is that boy, papa. We want dry clothing."
"Yes, yes, child, you shall go back to the hotel directly. But first I must reward this brave young man for what he has done."
"Thank you, but I am not looking for a reward, sir," answered Bob, frankly. "I am glad that I was able to be of assistance."
"You are as generous as you are brave; I can see that. May I ask your name?"
"Robert Hobart; although all my friends call me Bob."
"My name is Garrison Grey, and this is my only child, Bessie. I am glad to know you, Bobert, and I'll not forget you; rest assured of that. Do you live here?"
"Oh, no; I'm from a place away up North, and just came in on a yacht with some of my friends. We are off on a summer cruise to Porto Rico."
"Porto Rico! Why, I am in business in that island," cried Garrison Grey.
"Then perhaps we'll meet in Porto Rico," returned Bob.
"That is true; and if we do, rest assured that I will do what I can to entertain you. I live and do business in Ponce, and here is my card," and Mr. Grey handed over the pasteboard, which showed that he was in the wholesale coffee business.
