“Oh, I just know something is going to happen!” exclaimed the widow. “I’m sure those boys are planning another of their wild trips.”
“Well, never mind,” said a friend who had called. “I’m sure it seems to do them good. But I wonder what it is this time?”
“So do I,” said Jerry’s mother.
In fact the motor boys themselves wondered much why Mr. Nestor had come East, bringing the friend who spoke so mysteriously of the sixty nuggets of gold. But there was no time now to question them, for the present excitement drove all other thoughts from their minds.
“What do you know about it, Andy?” questioned Jerry, as he raced along beside his small acquaintance.
“Not much—I was coming from the store—I had to get a loaf of bread and some——”
“Skip all that,” interrupted Bob.
“Well, I saw a crowd at the railroad—big mob—all yelling—digging at the tracks—some said gold—they want to take up the rails—pull out the ties—move the cars off the tracks—Hitter is wild—he wants the militia——”
Andy had to stop for breath. The boys could hear the excitement as they came nearer the depot. It was evident that the excitable little chap was more than half right.