He heard a low chuckle from the man. “Yes, where is Brent?”
“He said we weren’t to tell you and you must not make any attempt to reach him,” Bruce said. “You are to start work immediately.”
“Tell him the plane is all ready for the motor. It will be ready for the races.” The man turned away then. “Thanks,” he called over his shoulder before he disappeared.
“We might as well go home,” Gale said with a sigh.
“We might as well,” Bruce agreed.
They went back through the woods to where they had left their bicycles propped against a tree. They rode most of the way in silence. It was only when they came into town and stopped before The Kopper Kettle that Gale looked closely at her companion.
“Bruce!” she cried, half laughing, “You’ve got a black eye!”
He touched it gingerly and grinned.
“How will you explain it?” she wanted to know.
“I walked into a door—or was it a tree?” he said laughingly.