“I ate the cake, fellows. I was hungry.”
“Andy Rush!” cried Jerry, as he saw the disheveled figure of the small chap. “How in the world did you get there?”
“Oh, I stowed away,” replied Andy, as he crawled out. “Can’t I come along, fellows? I’ll be good, and I’m awful hungry.”
[CHAPTER XVI]
A HARD FALL
Jerry Hopkins hardly knew whether or not to be angry at the small lad who had the assurance to stow himself away in the auto. Bob looked at his tall chum as if to shape his own conduct by Jerry’s. Ned was frankly angry.
“Well, you have got nerve, Andy Rush!” exclaimed Ned. “What do you mean by slipping in on us this way; eh? What do you mean?”
“I—er—I, well, I just couldn’t help it,” burst out Andy, who seemed to be in some difficulty as to what to say. “I wanted to come awfully bad, and I was afraid you fellows wouldn’t let me if I asked you.”
“That’s the time you spoke the truth!” muttered Ned. “You sure are right—we wouldn’t have let you.”