“Can you do that, Kid?” he said to Gordon, who sat near him.
“Where’d you get this bag?” asked the boy who held it.
“Picked it up on a stone wall near where there’d been an automobile accident.”
“How did you know there was an automobile accident?” chimed in another.
“Oh, I don’t know—just noticed it—that is, the signs of it—there was an auto, that’s sure, and somebody doing acrobatic tricks in the road. Who does the bag belong to, do you know?”
“Lady in Crown Point, that’s all I know.”
“We’ll have to hunt her up, Kid; here” (handing the knife to Gordon) “try this—it’s a good trick—I bet you pull your fingers away. This is the hardest one I ever did.”
“Then you admit there’s something hard you can do,” laughed Al Wilson, admiringly.
“Oh, yes,” Harry laughed back. “I’m the star mumbly-peg player—hey, Kid?” And he slapped Gordon on the shoulder. But Gordon was too astonished to speak.
The meeting of the patrol leaders with Mr. Wade had taken place earlier in the morning, but no one had been able to get a clue as to what it was all about. Frankie carried himself with an air of profound mystery—but that was for reasons of his own. Of course, Al Wilson knew, but you couldn’t pry anything out of Al with a crowbar.