The voyage back to New York was taken in easy stages, for, now that the end was in sight, no one was really anxious to reach it. They stopped when they liked, and started when it pleased them, and had a pleasant, lazy time of it. No incident of moment occurred worth setting down here, unless, possibly, it is a very tiny incident that happened on the second evening of the homeward voyage. Chub was getting ready for bed, and Roy and Dick were standing at his door talking to him, their own disrobement complete. Suddenly Dick pushed his way into the little room and picked up something which was lying face down on the bed beside Chub’s discarded garments. “Hello!” said Dick. “Where’d you get the photograph, Chub?” “Here! You put that down!” exclaimed Chub, making a dash for it. But Dick was too quick for him and tossed it to Roy. “Have a look!” he called, as Chub grappled him. Roy had a look, and: “It’s Harry!” he exclaimed, in surprise. “Well, what of it?” asked Chub, defiantly. “Oh, nothing,” murmured Roy. “Oh, nothing,” echoed Dick, softly, and, joining arms, they marched twice around the deck in the moonlight, whistling Mendelssohn’s “Wedding March” badly out of tune, and grinning like a couple of Jack-o’-lanterns when they passed the window. Chub, frowning and muttering, stowed the photograph at the bottom of his suit-case. THE END Transcriber’s Notes: --Text in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_). --Punctuation and spelling inaccuracies were silently corrected. --Archaic and variable spelling has been preserved. --Variations in hyphenation and compound words have been preserved. End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Captain Chub, by Ralph Henry Barbour