It was just getting dusk when the three lads reached Jerry’s home.
“I’ll drive you chaps home, and put up the car,” he said, for the automobile, though owned jointly by the lads, was kept in a garage owned by Mrs. Hopkins.
“What are you going to do to-night?” asked Ned, as he was set down at his residence.
“Nothing special,” Jerry replied.
“Let’s go to the movies,” suggested Bob. “They’ve got some Southern travel scenes, according to the bills outside, and if we go down South this winter we may see some of the places where we expect to be thrown on the screen.”
“I’d just as soon,” agreed Jerry, and Ned nodded his assent.
“I’ll come over to your house, Ned, after supper,” Bob went on, “and Jerry can call there for us.”
“All right,” Jerry assented, and then he swung the car in the direction of his home.
“Did you have a nice ride?” his mother asked him.