"I know it. It's a good thing too."
"I think it's unnecessary," said Karl. "I told your father so, too."
"You're more of an optimist than he is, I guess," laughed Bob. "He's heard a lot of things that have made him sort of nervous."
"That so?" demanded Karl. "I wonder what they were?"
"I don't know," Bob lied. He thought that if his father wanted to tell his employees any details he would probably do so himself.
Just then Hugh plucked his sleeve. "Look, Bob," he exclaimed. "Here comes
Frank in to see you."
Bob swung around just in time to see Frank Wernberg on a bicycle turning into the driveway. He rode a few yards and then suddenly turned around and rode out again. Coming to the street once more he dismounted from his bicycle, and gazed back at the Cooks' house as if he was debating whether he should go in or not. Finally, however, he seemed to decide against that course and jumping on his wheel rode off down the street.
"He lost his nerve," exclaimed Hugh. "You ought to have called to him."
"A fine chance of that," snorted Bob. "If he wants to he can come in here and see me, but I won't run after him."
"Who was that boy?" asked Karl curiously.