“We’ll spare your feelings, but if you’ll come, we’d be glad to have you dine with us some evening, only just our own crowd—all these fellows you know, and the cook.”
“That’ll be fun,” Jim agreed.
“We’ll let you know some night when we’re not having corned-beef and cabbage. So long.”
“So long.” Bob opened her up, the engine thundered, the propeller whirled madly. Her Highness slid forward, lifted, cleared the curve gracefully, zoomed and climbed. Both boys waved at the men, and a moment later Jim saw the truck load of outlaws being driven to some unknown point. That is, the point was not known to the boys, but they knew it was a good strong jail.
“It’s been quite a day. Anything left in that basket?” Jim asked through the tube.
“Left in the basket! Well, if there is the squirrels are eating it back there in that ravine. You nut, you threw it overboard with your note,” Bob answered.
“Great guns, so I did, and it’s your Aunt’s basket. Say, hop down in some town and let’s buy another for her,” Jim urged.
“Oh she won’t mind, there’s no hurry. We can get her one when we drive to North Hero,” Bob objected.
“I know she won’t mind, but just the same, let’s get another to take back with us, and something because we lost the napkins and dishes,” Jim insisted.
“Say, what’s your rush?” Bob demanded impatiently.