“Own up! It was dinner you were thinking of, now wasn’t it Chunky?”
“Yes, it was,” admitted Bob in desperation.
Jerry and Ned laughed outright.
“I don’t see anything so very funny,” exclaimed Bob, who was not in the best of humor. “If you had the appetite I have you wouldn’t want to laugh.”
By this time the boys had reached the village and were riding through the streets. People turned to stare at them, but the chums were used to that by this time. They steered past a hotel.
“Ah! Um! Doesn’t that smell good!” cried Ned, tilting his nose high in the air and sniffing vigorously. “I’ll bet they have ham and eggs!”
“Just what I was wishing for,” groaned Bob. “I’m going to have my dinner, training or no training, race or no race,” and, with a determined look he got off his machine.
“Ha! Ha! Ha!” laughed Bob’s two chums.
“I wondered how much longer we could keep up the joke,” Jerry said, when he had ceased chuckling. “You were easy, Chunky.”
“Then we are going to have dinner?” asked Bob, all his ill humor gone.