"Then here is where we start the walking act," declared May Powell. "Good-bye, everybody!" and away she hurried, leaving the others to trail behind her.
"Don't forget about the row," said Jack in a low tone to Ruth Stevenson.
"I'll remember—if I get the chance," she returned; and in a moment more all of the girls were gone and the boys retraced their steps to the center of the town.
"Pretty nice bunch," was Randy's comment.
"It's funny that Spouter Powell never told us he had such a nice cousin," came from Fred.
"Hello, Fred's already smitten!" cried Jack, gaily.
"Huh! you needn't talk," retorted the youngest Rover. "How about yourself? Didn't I catch you trying to make a date with that Ruth Stevenson?"
"Oh, say, Fred! your ears are too big for your head," retorted Jack, growing red, while Andy and Randy looked at each other suggestively.
By this time the excitement around the moving picture theater had died away completely and the crowd had disappeared. The front doors were closed, but the manager was just hanging out a sign to the effect that the evening performances would be given as usual.
"I guess it was a big scare for nothing," was Randy's comment.