“I’ve known persons to be arrested for less.”
“Do you think we ought to be taken up?”
“If it would teach you a lesson—”
“But we’ve all reformed,” protested Alex with an attempt at a smile.
“We’re goin’ to be Boy Scouts. If the mayor knew that don’t you think he’d let us off?”
“He might. It is in his power.”
“Won’t you tell him?”
“I’ll be glad to. I’ll see what can be done,” answered Mr. Trevor.
The next morning the scared boys drifted aimlessly from house to house. Not even the shop in the garage interested them. Finally they could stand the suspense no longer and about noontime Art called his father by telephone.
“The mayor is going to give all of you another chance,” answered Mr. Trevor. “But he says if there is any more trouble of that kind you’ll have to answer for both offenses.”