“That’s what he is,” assented Bob. “If he only knew all we know he would act differently.”
“But it’s not time to say anything yet,” counseled Jerry. “We must go slow.”
The boys resumed their talk about the coming motor cycle races. They discussed the questions from all sides, and decided that, accidents excepted, they had at any rate as good a chance of winning, at least one of the prizes, as any one else.
“We’ll form a community of interests,” said Bob. “We’ll race separately, but whoever wins pledges himself to get a touring automobile, if one can be had for the amount of the prize, and share it with the others. Is that a go?”
“It is,” said Jerry.
“Every time, as far as I am concerned,” was Ned’s answer.
[CHAPTER XVII.]
CAUGHT IN THE STORM.
“We ought to begin our training for the motor cycle race soon,” said Jerry one morning, when he stopped at Ned’s house, coming back from the post-office.