“Don’t cross that bridge till we come to it,” advised Jimmy. “I’ve got some chocolate almond bars that I’ll guarantee will make you forget all your troubles while you’re eating them.”
“That’s Jimmy’s remedy for all troubles,” said Herb. “Eat and forget them is his motto.”
“Well, it isn’t such a bad one,” remarked Frank Brandon. “I’ve often known my troubles to look a lot less serious after a square meal.”
“You bet,” agreed Jimmy. “I know I always feel better myself after a square meal.”
“I guess we all do,” said Dr. Dale. “And that reminds me that I want you all to come to my house for supper to-night after we get back.”
“I guess we’ll be glad to go all right,” said the radio expert. “But when you see what we 137 do to the food, you’ll probably be sorry you asked us.”
“I’ll take a chance on that,” laughed Dr. Dale. “I generally have a pretty good appetite myself after a motoring trip, and you young fellows will have to step some to beat me.”
“Well, we’ll back Jimmy against any entry,” grinned Bob. “We plan to enter him in a pie-eating contest some day, and when we do we’ll bet a lot of money on him to win.”
“I’ll do my best to justify your confidence,” retorted Jimmy. “I wouldn’t mind backing myself with a small piece of change. Pies just seem to be my natural prey.”
“Wait till I get well again,” said Larry. “And you’ll have some competition from me. It has always been my highest ambition to be around some day when a pie wagon gets hit by an automobile.”