Gee, I didn’t think anybody in an automobile would be so mean as to stop and pick up a thing like that. Maybe it was worth two or three dollars.
I said, “We shouldn’t have left the things out here, but, jiminies, I never thought anybody would be so mean as to stop and take a thing like that. If he had taken the bicycle it wouldn’t have seemed so bad.”
“Let’s run,” Westy said.
“I’m with you,” I told him.
He said, “It’s got my initials on, that’s one thing.”
We gathered up the stuff in a hurry and wheeled the bicycle in to the porch and then started along the road, going scout pace. We couldn’t use the bicycle because the tires were flat. There was one machine quite a way ahead of us. It turned into Main Street and we caught up with it a little because it had to go slow there.
About two blocks down Main Street it turned into Willow Place. If you look at the map I made you’ll see where that is. It went faster now and we were falling behind all the time.
Pretty soon Westy panted, “I know that car.”
“Whose is it?” I asked him.
“Wait a minute; you’ll see,” he said.