Han was grumbling as he
drew to the float.
"A fine time to be coming back," he said. "Where the dickens did you
fellows get to, anyway? We looked all around the shop for you. Did you
get any grub?"
"N-no," answered Perry, as he sank wearily into a seat. "We got tired of
sticking around there and--and went for a ride."
"A ride? Where to?"
"Oh, just around a bit. Out in the country a ways. Was--was the grub any
good?"
"Was it!" Han grew quite animated. "It was the best ever! They had about
a dozen kinds of salad, and cold meats all over the place, and
sandwiches and cakes and ice-cream and ices and coffee and--"
"Oh, shut up!" begged Ossie almost tearfully.
"It was bully! Were you there when we chased the burglars?"
"When you--what?" asked Wink.
"Chased the burglars, I said. Mr. Drummer, or something--I never did
get the name of the folks--found three of them trying to break into his
safe, and they knocked him down and half-killed him, and the servants
chased them, and then everyone took a hand! It was fine and exciting, I
tell you! Had you gone off before that?"
"Why--er--seems to me we did hear something," said Perry. "When--when
was this?"
"Oh, about a quarter to ten, I suppose.
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