“Hush, he may hear you. I’ve got a good reason for going with him.”
“All right, then. What you say goes.”
This brief exchange of words brought them to the drug store, the interior of which looked cool and inviting, in contrast with the glaring sidewalk, for it was a hot day in early June.
Presently the trio were seated at a small table in the rear of the store, which was empty for the moment of customers.
“Ah, that sounds good,” exclaimed Herc approvingly, as the long, cool fizz-z-z-z of the fountain announced that their refreshments were being drawn.
The stranger bent forward as the red-headed lad spoke, and in a cautious voice said:
“But I have something to talk to you about which will sound bettaire.”
“So?” said Ned carelessly, as the soda glasses were placed in front of them, and Herc at once buried his nose in pink, creamy foam, “What is it?”
“Hush! Do not speak so loud. I don’t want it that any one should hear us.”