“Oh, well!” he exclaimed, “‘A cup of coffee, a piece of pie and you.’ To-morrow’s another day. To-morrow we shall probably know.
“But five hundred miles due north!” His mind sobered. “Just Drew Lane and I.
“Drew’s developed into a swell pilot. He’ll take us there O.K. But after that?”
He had been through some tight places with Drew Lane, as you will know if you have read The Arrow of Fire.
“Tight places,” he muttered. “Looks like this might be tighter!
“But, as I said before, ‘A cup of coffee, a piece of pie and you.’”
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As Johnny Thompson and Drew Lane sped northward in the red racer that afternoon, Johnny found plenty of time for thought. Sober thoughts were his. At the airport Drew had said never a word regarding their coming adventure, nor the facts that had led him to take this wild dash into the north.
Like a mill set to grind out products by electrical power, the boy’s mind went over the facts that lay before him. As he closed his eyes he could see a rusty jimmy bar lying in the back of young Angelo’s boat. He could feel the weight of it as he carried it home and he experienced again his sharp surprise as Tom Howe discovered that this was the very bar that had pried open Red’s car window.
“But that proved nothing,” he told himself. “Any one could have hidden the bar in that speed boat.