“Number seven!” cried Dan, seeing Burton Poole’s car standing under the inn shed.
“Chance is here, all right, all right!” exclaimed Billy. “We’ve caught up to them.”
“It doesn’t seem possible,” murmured Dan.
“Golly! won’t Chance be sore!”
“They must have met with an accident,” the older Speedwell declared.
“We’ve made as good a run as anybody, I bet,” said Billy, joyfully.
“We don’t know that,” remarked Dan, shaking his head.
“Come on in! Let’s see what they’ve got to say about it.”
“Now Billy,” urged Dan, stopping his younger brother, and speaking seriously. “Don’t you stir up a rumpus. If Chance Avery turns up, you let him alone. No heckling, mind!”
“Aw, well——”