“Me for a regular buzz wagon. I wouldn’t wear out my bones bouncing around in one of those bumpety-bump Noah’s Arks if I was paid to ride in it,” objected Jimmy disdainfully.
“What’s a quarter more beside Jimmy Blazes’s delicate little bones!” jeered Bob.
“Did you ever ride in one of those rattle-traps?” retorted Jimmy.
“No, my son, and I don’t intend to,” beamed Bob. “I’ve seen other fellows ride in ’em.”
CHAPTER XI
THE RESULT OF STAYING AWAKE
“So long, Iggy, old top. We’ll be back by midnight,” called out Jimmy Blazes from the front seat of the automobile which was to take Roger, Bob and himself into Tremont for their Wednesday outing.
“You’ll never know when midnight comes, Iggy.” Bob leaned out of the tonneau of the machine, his black eyes twinkling. “Better watch yourself to-night, or you’ll be dropping off at eight o’clock, sitting up straight, and morning’ll find you flopped over still in your uniform. You won’t have any nice kind brothers around this evening to shake you awake before Taps.” Bob teasingly referred to Ignace’s tendency to doze off early in the evening while sitting on his cot. “Why not be a hero and stay awake for once just to see that your little Buddies get back O. K.?”
“So will I,” assured Ignace with deep decision. “Goo’-bye.” The automobile now starting, he nodded solemnly and raised his hand in a familiar gesture of farewell which Bob always called “Iggy’s benediction style.”