“You the kid that brought that note?” he asked.
The other nodded, and Jimmie went on with a mock air of censure.
“What’d you do it for?” he demanded.
“Aw, what’s all this?” said the other scornfully.
“The third degree,” Jimmie grinned. “What’d you bring that note for? Now you’ve gone and got Ned Nestor into trouble. What’s your name?” he continued as the boy bent his face to the ground.
“Norman,” was the reply, “Wolf Patrol, New York.”
“You’re a new one on me!” asserted Jimmie. “I belong to the Wolf Patrol, New York. Never saw you before!”
“You’re Jimmie McGraw?” Norman asked.
“How do you know that?”
“On account of your nerve!” Norman answered.