Ned and Bob looked at one another.
“What do you make of it?” asked Ned, in a low voice, as Jerry leaned over to drink.
“I’m sure I don’t know,” was the answer of the stout lad. “He’s been acting queer and absent-minded for the last few days. He seems to be worrying about something.”
“I wonder what it can be?” ventured Ned.
“Let’s ask him,” suggested Bob. “Maybe we can help him.”
They spoke in louder tones now, for Andy, who had been sitting beside Jerry, had also alighted to get a drink at the spring.
“Maybe he wouldn’t want us ‘butting-in,’” remarked Ned.
“Well, something’s got to be done,” declared Bob, with a sigh. “I’m not going to ride, and have him steer like that. He nearly ran over a dog a while back, and now he almost sends us into another car. Something sure is wrong. Jerry has something on his mind, and we ought to offer to help him.”
“Well, maybe we ought,” responded Ned, thoughtfully.