“Did you lock your wheel?” Jack asked referring to a switch, cunningly hidden beneath the saddle, which made it practically impossible for anyone to start the motor.
“Sure.”
“Then I guess they’re safe. But what do you suppose he’s doing here?”
“Don’t know, but he’s going now.”
“Well, I hope we don’t see him again.”
They continued with their dinner for a few minutes then suddenly Bob jumped up from his chair and, without a word, rushed from the room. Too surprised to follow at once Jack reached the steps of the hotel just as Bob was hurrying back.
“He’s got it,” he gasped.
“You mean the bikes?”
“No, I mean that cell I was fool enough to leave in my saddle bag.”
“Great guns in the morning!” Jack’s face was the picture of despair.