“There’s Mollie Horton, who lives near me,” said Ned. “She’s jolly enough. And Alice Vines. I don’t know who the other one is.”
“That’s Helen Gale,” put in Bob. “I know her. She made that silk flag with our foot-ball colors on last year for me.”
“Good for her!” exclaimed Ned.
The girls soon came up, and there was merry talk for a little while. The boys wanted to take the girls over and buy some ice-cream sodas.
“We haven’t time,” objected Julia. “We want to get our seats before the races begin. We don’t want to miss a one.”
“You won’t miss anything,” assured Ned.
“Oh but we might,” interposed Alice. “And it is not every day we can come to such a big event as this. If you boys want to get the sodas afterward—”
“Of course we will,” broke in Jerry. And so they agreed to treat the girls after the races.
Not long after Pete had been left in charge of the cycles a man, wearing a slouch hat, who had been but a few minutes before in close consultation with Jack Pender, shuffled up to where Pete was lying in the grass.
“Arternoon, mate,” said the roughly dressed man in a growling voice.