Pete looked hurriedly up and down the street. “I—I’d sure like to,” he stammered, “but—but I’ve got something I—I’ve got to do to-morrow. Sorry! Much obliged!”
He made off quickly and Philip turned a puzzled look on his chum.
“Acts almost like he didn’t really want to!” he murmured.
Joe thrust his arm through Philip’s again.
“I know it,” he agreed innocently. “Wonder why!”
[CHAPTER V]
THE VIGILANTES
“Hey, Joe! Joe Kenton!”
Joe swung dextrously between a big red truck and a light delivery wagon and slowed down at the curb, where, transferring one foot from pedal to sidewalk, he balanced his bicycle beside the boy who had hailed him.