“No, I know it isn’t.”
“Chunky wants to know if there’s a lunch counter there,” put in Ned, grinning.
“Oh, yes, sort of one;” and the conductor smiled.
[CHAPTER XII]
PUG KENNEDY
“Say, look here!” blustered Bob, when the conductor had passed on. “Just because I ask about the next station doesn’t mean that I want to eat all the while.”
“You aren’t eating all the while,” said Ned. “This is only the second in a while since we started.”
“Well, I’m hungry!” declared the stout lad. “Maybe you are, too, only you’re too proud to admit it.”
“I’m not!” declared Jerry. “Chunky, I second your motion, and I wish my jaws were in motion right now. I’ll be with you when the crullers nest again!” he chanted.