[CHAPTER XV.]
NED UNDER SUSPICION.
It was quite early in the morning some days later when Bob called at Jerry’s house.
“Hello, Chunky!” greeted Jerry as he came to the door, having finished a bountiful breakfast. “What’s up now?”
“Thought maybe you might like to take a ride off in the country,” replied the stout youth, panting a bit from having to push his motor up the little incline leading to his chum’s front door.
“Nothing would suit me better,” said the male representative of the Hopkins family. “Where is it to this time?”
“What do you say to a trip over to Limestone Creek? We can go fishing.”
“I’m with you. Ned will go, of course?”
“Yes, he is waiting.”