[CHAPTER XXI]
THE RAG ON THE STATUE
The attention of the boy with the tires was so much taken up with trying to look over the heads of the people about him, that, for a time, he did not notice the excitement of Jerry and his two chums caused by the unexpected discovery.
“They are the same tires,” murmured Bob.
“Exactly,” agreed Jerry. “What shall we do?”
“Let’s get this lad off in some quiet place, and talk to him,” proposed Ned. “We’ll ask him where he works, and whether his firm sold any tires to an aeroplane owner lately.”
“He’d hardly know about that,” objected the tall lad, “but we’ll question him, anyhow. I’ll talk to him.”
After considering the matter for a few seconds, and turning over in his mind the best way to get at what he wanted to know, Jerry touched the lad on the shoulder, and asked: