“Didn’t have time to look,” replied Jerry. “Here, you and Ned have a peep at it. If the meet is anywhere around here we might take it in.” Jerry reached in his pocket, and pulled out a folded newspaper. He passed it back to Ned, who exclaimed a moment later:
“Say, fellows, we ought to take this in. It’s going to be great, and maybe we can pull down one of the prizes.”
“Where’s it to be?” asked Jerry.
“At Colton.”
“And where’s Colton?” demanded Bob.
“Not far from the city of Harmolet. We stopped there once to fix up after a blowout.”
“Oh, I remember that place!” exclaimed Bob. “It was there we had such a jolly chicken pot-pie dinner.”
“Hum! Yes! Trust Bob to remember anything that had ‘eats’ in it,” came from Jerry, with a chuckle. “But Colton isn’t so far away. We could take it in. What do you say?”
“I’m for it,” declared Ned.
“Same here,” added Bob. “But, speaking of chicken pot-pie makes me hungry. There’s a good hotel just ahead and what’s the matter with stopping there for dinner?”