“Those motor boys are up to some new scheme, I’ll bet a lemon,” remarked Frank as he strolled on. “They’re always goin’ off somewhere, or havin’ a good time. I wish I was in their crowd.”
Which is what a number of other boys, not only of Cresville, but of other places, have also wished.
Jerry hurried on, but he did not catch sight of either of his chums. He proceeded to Ned Slade’s house, and there, on the big front porch, comfortably swinging in hammocks, were the two lads.
“Well, I must say you’re taking it easy,” observed Jerry.
“Sure. Why not?” asked Bob. “What’s your rush? You look as if you’d been walking fast.”
“So I have. I’ve been looking for you two. He’s come.”
“Who’s come?” asked Ned.
“Mr. Glassford, the man who’s going to build our motor ship for us. He arrived at my house half an hour ago. He was delayed in getting his model shipped, and that’s why he wasn’t here yesterday, when we expected him.”
“Has he got the model now?” inquired Ned.
“Yes, and it’s a dandy.”