“Well, what’s the idea?” demanded the stout youth. “I mean—what do you think will happen, Ned?”
“Well, you know we have been going a pretty lively gait lately, nothing wrong, of course, but a sort of butterfly existence, so to speak.”
“Butterfly is good!” exclaimed Jerry. “You’d think we were a trio of society girls.”
“Well, I mean we haven’t really done anything worth while,” went on Ned. “And it’s my idea that my dad, and yours, Bob, and Jerry’s mother, who is as good a dad as any fellow could want—I think they are going to put the brakes on us.”
“How do you mean?” Jerry demanded.
“Oh, make us cut out some of the gay and carefree life we’ve been living. Settle down and——”
“Get married?” laughed Jerry.
“Not much!” cried Bob. “Not if I can help it!”
“Of course not,” put in Ned. “I mean just settle down a bit, that’s all.”
They swung around a curve in the road, and as they did so they saw a powerful roadster coming toward them, driven by a man who was the sole occupant. He was speeding forward at a fast clip.