“I don’t know that we have the honor of their acquaintance,” spoke Jerry slowly, “but if that machine isn’t the Silver Star I’ll buy you fellows ice cream sodas—that’s all! Here, Ned, have a look.”
Jerry passed his chum the glasses, and no sooner had the merchant’s son gotten a good view than he exclaimed:
“You’re right! It’s Brown and Black sure enough.”
“You don’t mean to say you can make out faces at that distance,” exclaimed Bob incredulously. “Let me have a peep.”
“I can’t see their faces,” declared Ned, “but I’m sure it’s them, for it’s their machine, and they’re so touchy that they wouldn’t let any one else run it. It’s them sure.”
“I believe you,” commented Jerry. “Those are the two mysterious men we met at the hotel.”
“I wonder where they’re going?” mused Bob, as he took another look. “They’re flying high for amateurs.”
“They’ll reach Harmolet if they keep on in that direction long enough,” declared Ned. “It may be that they’re going to the meet at Colton.”
“It’s too soon for that,” was Jerry’s opinion. “But it certainly is odd that we should see those fellows again. Let me have another look, Bob.”