“That’s him!” shrilled a youngster with a freckled face. “That’s jest like Frank Merriwell. He don’t never try ter crowd nobody off’n the earth.” Frank passed through the crowd, and, accompanied by Dustan, walked along the main street. It did not seem so remarkable that the town of Camden had given him so much attention, but he was surprised when he found himself regarded with equal interest in Belfast. Men turned to look at him, and pretty girls gave him curious and admiring glances as they passed. As they turned from the main street toward the steamboat wharf, Dustan said: “Here is the Windsor Hotel. We will meet here this evening at seven o’clock for the run down to Northport. It is not far, but we can spend a pleasant evening at Northport and start back by ten o’clock. Bring any of your friends who wish to come. We’ll try to make it pleasant for you.” Frank expressed his thanks and promised to be on hand. Dustan walked all the way to the wharf. Diamond was watching for Merry, and saw him descending the hill. Then he got Hodge into the boat, and they were at the wharf waiting for Frank when he arrived. Frank introduced Dustan, who was urged to go off to the yacht. “I can’t do so this afternoon, gentlemen,” said Howard; “but I’ll be pleased to do so to-morrow. I’ve got to go home and get ready for this evening.” So, shaking hands with Merry, he turned and hastened away. “How does Belfast strike you, Merry?” asked Diamond. “It’s a great town as far as hospitality goes. Why, the Belfast Wheelmen wanted to lodge us at the best hotel in the city and pay all of our bills while we remained.” “Don’t tell Hans,” said Hodge. “He will have a fit if you don’t accept.” Hans was on deck, and he hailed them before they reached the yacht. “Did you got dot biece uf bie, Vrankie?” he asked. “What piece of pie?” “Why, der von I toldt you to put your bocket indo.” “I haven’t seen any pie, and I am back here to be fed.” “Shimminy Gristmas! vot vos der madder mit you, ain’d id?” squawked the Dutch boy. “You don’d vant to ate der crub vot vos on poard this yocht uf ven you can got a sqvare meal der shore on, do I?” “You didn’t suppose I would eat on shore and leave you here to wear your teeth out on canned stuff and hard bread, did you? Well, I am not that kind of a chap. What is good enough for you is good enough for me.” “Py shimminy! I nefer looked at heem dot vay in pefore. You peen all righd, Vrankie, und I abbreciate your thoughtfulness-ness us of. Subber vill peen retty as soon as I can got id.” Then Hans hurried below. “He is satisfied now,” said Hodge. “You fixed him all right, Frank.” The water of the harbor was as smooth as glass, for the afternoon breeze had died out with the declining of the sun. The deck awning had been erected on the yacht while Frank was absent, and Hans brought up the folding table and spread it beneath the awning. Browning was in his bunk, sleeping like a log. When he was aroused by Merry, he grunted: