“Still I do not fancy riding this way. If I am to be escorted into the city by the Belfast Wheelmen, I will wear a riding suit. I have one on board, and can get into it in fifteen minutes. Of course, I do not wish to keep any of you waiting if you——” “That’s all right!” cried several. “Go ahead and get your suit,” nodded Dustan. Diamond and Hodge had remained in the boat awaiting orders from Merry, and now he hastily descended the stairs and stepped into the boat. “To the yacht,” he said. Away they went, the two oarsmen pulling with such grace and skill that they won the admiration of those watching from the wharf. “What’s up, Merry?” asked Jack, eagerly. “The Belfast Wheelmen are here to meet me, and they are going to escort me into the city.” “Well, how in the name of all things wonderful did they know you were coming—for they must have known it?” “You know the _City of Bangor_ passed us just outside the harbor as she was coming in on her way down river.” “Yes.” “Well, there was a Camden man on her, and he saw us.” “Is that the way of it?” “Sure. He recognized the _White Wings_, and, as soon as the steamer reached the wharf, he told them we were coming. Then there was a hasty gathering of the wheelmen to meet us. That is how it came about.” “Why are you going back to the yacht?” “To get into a riding suit. They have a wheel for me, and I am to ride up into the city with them.” “Say!” burst impulsively from Diamond, “these people down this way are too much for me! I don’t understand it! I thought we’d find a lot of farmers and woodsmen, and I didn’t dream we’d ever run into anyone who had heard of you, Merriwell. Instead of that, they seem to know all about you, and they are ready to give you a royal welcome wherever you go. Bar Harbor was the only exception, and I will bet there are persons there who know all about you. They didn’t know you were in town, that’s all.” “How about Green’s Landing?” “Oh, that’s different. That place is situated so far from the mainland that——” “It has regular steamboat connections with the mainland, and the daily newspapers reach it, but——” The boat softly touched against the side of the yacht, and Frank did not wait to say anything more. Over the rail he went at a bound, and hurried down into the cabin. “Eh?” grunted Browning, rising up from a bunk. “Back so soon? What for?” “To see if you are helping Hans get things trimmed up,” said Frank. “I am,” declared the lazy fellow, settling back comfortably. “I am looking after things down below here, while he attends to things on deck.” Frank laughed. It was like the big fellow, who really seemed too lazy to draw a breath without an effort. With skill that would have done credit to a “lightning change artist” in a variety show, Frank got out of his yachting suit and leaped into his bicycle suit. Then he pulled on a Yale sweater, brushed his hair, caught up his cap, and hurried on deck.