CHAPTER XVIII
False Alarm!
Ken was sitting on the steps of the porch. He jumped up as he heard the door open. “Hello, fellows,” he cried.
“Hello, Ken. You’re lucky; you always get away with things.”
“What’s the trouble this time, Paul?”
“My dad just had us up at the bar and almost made us tell.”
“You can’t do that. Not yet, at any rate.”
“For the present we got away with it,” remarked Jack.
They went across the street to Ken’s garage where they would have the privacy they wanted. Seating themselves on boxes in a circle, Jack heaved a sigh, then said, “Well, Paul, now you can tell us everything that happened.”