“If you put it up to the shell-loading people they would probably have been willing to postpone the blowing up indefinitely,” remarked Andy dryly.
“I suppose the newspapers here will be full of nothing but this affair,” said Fred wistfully; “and they won’t give our game with Hixley High more than a brief mention.”
“Oh, well, what of it?” cried Randy gaily. “We walloped ’em, and that’s the main thing.”
“Right you are!” came in a chorus from several of the others.
At one of the street corners, owing to the excitement, there was a congestion of traffic, and Jack had to bring the car to a stop. As he did this there was a sudden yell from behind, and then came a slight bump followed by a jingling of glass.
“Hi, you! what do you mean by stopping so suddenly?” yelled an irate voice from the rear.
“They’ve busted one of our headlights!” added another voice in surly tones.
Those in the tonneau of the Rovers’ automobile looked around quickly.
“Nappy Martell and Slugger Brown!” ejaculated Fred in surprise.
“They must have been following us!” added Randy quickly.