“I think I know what Pep’s plan is,” broke in Andy. “And if so, I think it’s all right,” and he winked at his chum.
“I trust I get the bracelet soon,” said Flossie, soberly. “Every day I am afraid papa or mamma will ask me about it. And when they do I won’t know what to say! Oh, I wish I had never met that horrid Will Carey!”
CHAPTER XV
THE GREAT BICYCLE RACE
“Now, what is this plan of yours, Pep?” questioned Jack, on the way back to Putnam Hall.
“Make Carey a prisoner somewhere and scare him into giving up the bracelet,” was the prompt answer. “I am sure we can do it, for I feel he must be a coward at heart.”
“But he will not be likely to have the bracelet with him.”
“That is true,” put in Andy. “But we can fix that by making him give up something else—his watch, for instance,—to be exchanged for the bracelet later.”
“I suppose it could be done,” mused Jack. “But it would be a ticklish proceeding, for he might have us arrested.”
“We can do it on the sly.”
“He would recognize us.”