“Oh, he means the trophies they bought at some junk shop,” said Pepper. “You know you can buy all kinds second-hand, for about twenty cents apiece.”
“These were trophies our school won!” exclaimed Will Carey.
“From who—some primary school, or kindergarten class?” asked the Imp.
“Oh, we can win ’em—and you’ll find it out some day,” growled the student from Pornell Academy.
“See here, Carey, we didn’t come over here to ask you about your trophies,” said Jack, earnestly. “We want to know what you have done about Flossie Ford’s bracelet.”
“Oh, can’t you drop that!”
“We could—but we are not going to,” declared the young major. “You must find that bracelet if you possibly can. Have you fished for it any more?”
“Yes, but——” Will Carey paused and looked at Jack and Pepper doubtfully. “Say, did I hear something about your meeting two masked men around here?” he went on earnestly.
“Perhaps you did—but what has that got to do with the bracelet?”
“Everything. Did the men have green masks and hoods?”