“He was a swell guy,” muttered Jack.
“He certainly was,” echoed Paul.
“Do you think he was killed or just hurt?”
Paul shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t know,” he answered. “We better wait and see.”
They peddled along slowly and mournfully. At last they came to Bobolink’s home and found all the other boys idling dolefully on the porch.
Paul approached the twins and asked, “How is he?”
Wallace shook his head and turned away. William whispered hoarsely, “Don’t know yet.”
About ten minutes later Dr. Morrison emerged from the house. Noticing the boys congregated on the porch, with their faces drawn and appearing quite sombre, he looked puzzled, then suddenly smiled. They rushed up and surrounded him. Paul asked, “How is he, Dad?”
“He’s fine,” Dr. Morrison replied. “Nothing to worry about. He’ll be back with you and running around as though nothing had happened, in three days.”
Bluff for once didn’t stutter and cried, “Hooray! Hooray for Bobolink!”