“Words to that effect—yes,” replied Ned.
“Wonder how he heard about it?”
“It wasn’t in the paper,” reflected Jerry. “I looked all over for an account of it, but didn’t see any.”
“No, it wasn’t in the paper,” said Ned, “but dad hears of more things than I think he does, I guess.”
“We have been speeding it up a bit lately,” observed Jerry in a reflective tone.
“Just a little,” admitted Ned, with a half smile.
The three chums were clean-cut, healthy-looking lads, and it needed but a glance into their clear faces to tell one that whatever “speeding” they had been doing was in a literal sense only, and was not in the way of dissipation. They were fun-loving youths, and, like all such, the excitement of the moment sometimes got the better of them.
“And so you think the conference may have something to do with us; is that it, Ned?” asked Jerry, after a moment or two of silence.
“I have an idea that way—yes, from what dad said, and from what he wanted to know about our future plans. We’re mixed up in it somehow, that’s as sure as turkey and cranberry sauce.”
“That sounds like Chunky!” laughed Jerry.