For more than an hour the submarine boys wandered about. The principal
streets contained some stores that had a bright, up-to-date look, and in
these principal streets the evening crowds much resembled those to be
found in any small town. There were other streets, however, on which there
was little traffic. In some of these quieter streets were quaint,
old-fashioned houses built in the Colonial days.

“Annapolis is more of a place to see by daylight, I reckon,” suggested
Hal. “How about that sleep, Jack?”

“The greatest fun, by night, I guess, consists in finding a drug-store and
spending some of our loose change on ice cream sodas,” laughed the young
submarine skipper.

This done, they found their way to the Maryland House. Jack and Hal
engaged a room together, Eph and Williamson taking the adjoining one.

“As for me, in an exciting place like this,” grimaced Eph, “I’m off for
bed.”

Williamson followed him upstairs. For some minutes Hal sat with his chum
in the hotel office. Then Jack went over and talked with the night clerk
for a few moments.

“There’s a place near here, Hal, where a fellow can get an oyster fry,”
Benson explained, returning to his chum. “With that information came the
discovery that I have an appetite. Come and join me?”

“No,” gaped Hal. “I reckon I’ll go up and turn in.”