"There isn't one near enough——" began Will, when Grace cried:
"Percy Falconer! There he comes!"
The Deepdale johnny was coming down the road in his powerful machine. With all his faults he had the car in his favor, though he was not a skilled driver, and seldom could get anyone to venture out with him.
"Hey, Percy! You're just in time!"
"Over here!"
"This way!"
"Got to get to town in a hurry!"
Thus called the boys and girls to him, and it is doubtful if Percy Falconer ever received such a warm welcome before, or since.
"Just the one we want to see," said Allen, getting into the car with Will. "We are in a hurry to get to the telegraph office."
"Some one ill?" asked Percy, looking at his wrist watch.