“I didn’t know they had them flyin’ machines in working order yit,” exclaimed the old man.
“Come on, boys,” interrupted the farmer’s wife. “I have a little something here for you.”
The “little something” proved to be quite a meal. There was nice fresh bread, with the best butter the boys had ever eaten. There was also honey right from the bee hives, some rich milk, a plate of doughnuts and cheese, and two big pies, one apple and the other peach.
“This is very kind of you,” said Jerry. “We didn’t want you to go to all this trouble.”
“I’m sure it’s no trouble,” replied the woman. “I’m glad you came along. It’s rather lonesome out this way. We don’t often have company.”
The boys ate with a will. When they had finished there was not much left on the table.
“How much do we owe you?” asked Jerry, as he and his chums rose in preparation to continue their journey.
“Oh, I reckon ten cents will be about right,” was the answer. But Jerry insisted on paying twenty-five cents for each, and, after some argument, the woman accepted it.
Soon the boys were well on the road toward Cresville. They talked of many things, and planned several trips in the near future. As they turned into the main road leading to their homes they heard a chugging sound behind them.
All three came to a halt, dismounted, and sat down under a tree. Nearer and nearer came the sound of the approaching motor-cycle. Then, in a cloud of dust, a solitary rider whizzed past.