"I wish we could catch him," sighed Torn, while Greg nodded.
"You two can have the next chance," smiled Dick. "As for me,
I am certain that I can never catch Amos Garwood unless he and
I happen to be running toward each other."
"All in favor of supper," proposed Dan Dalzell, glancing at his watch, "say 'aye' and turn homeward."
"But shan't we try, for a while, to trail Garwood?" queried Greg.
"What's the use?" cross-questioned Dick disconsolately. "We might sight him, but we'd never catch him. Nor do I believe he has stopped running yet."
"If he hasn't," grumbled Dave, "he's twenty miles from here by this time."
So Dan's motion prevailed. The baseball squad of the Central
Grammar School turned toward the road that led homeward.
Chapter XV
BLUFFING UP TO THE BIG GAME
"That explosion was fearful, what there was of it," Dick declared to Chief Coy. It was evening, and the head of the local police department had stopped the boys on the street for additional information on the subject.