“Do you mean on this trip?” asked the fat lad, as he began fumbling a mysterious package he had brought with him. At least it seemed mysterious to his chums, for he had never once let it go out of his hands and had seemed very anxious about it.
“Yes, even on this trip,” went on Jerry. “I shouldn’t be surprised if we ran into him somewhere near Blue Rock. But what have you there, Chunky?” and Jerry pointed to the package.
“Oh, it’s just a few sandwiches I got Katie to put up for me—just before the professor got his ant from under the ice box,” said Bob, with a trace of a guilty air. “I thought maybe we’d get hungry before noon and——”
“Two thoughts for yourself and one for us,” laughed Ned. “Be sure you give us our share, Bob.”
“You can have some now,” offered the fat lad.
However, his companions were not as hungry as he, and, with a murmur of apology for what he was doing, the youth opened his bundle and, with a sigh of satisfaction, began munching.
It was a little while after this that Ned, looking back over the road they were traveling—an action he had taken several times in the last half hour—asked, as they topped a rise:
“Who, do you suppose, is in that car?”
“What car?” asked Jerry.
“That one following us.”