“Gosh!” said Frank when he had taken in the changed appearance of his passengers. “Wish I could turn into something! Wish I could turn into a millionaire!”
The others laughed. “That’s a hard turn to make,” said the Major. “But we change so often that sometimes it is hard to tell what we really are.”
“I would like to turn into a Secret Service man,” Bill said smiling.
“That is what you are very likely to turn into, my boy,” said the Captain, “if you keep up your present trick of catching dynamiters by the heels.”
“Gee, I would like that!” said Bill longingly. “How do you go about it? What do you have to study?”
“Your daily lessons in High for one thing,” said Frank, laughing.
“Yes, indeed,” seconded the Major. “Lessons in High, and then some! You will use all you can possibly learn and then you will spend a good part of your time kicking because you don’t know ten times more.”
“What are we going to do next?” Bill asked. Remarks about school bored him to tears.
“If you will drive down to the L. & N. Station, I will send the fellows there up to watch the hotel, where the men and the woman are staying. As soon as it is dark we three will call on Mr. De Lorme.”
“Aw,” said Bill pleadingly, “can’t I be in on that? Are you going to arrest him?”