“But how could we save him?” asked Al.
To that they had no answer as they went in to eat.
As they sat at the table Al mentioned the morning’s chat with Jimmy-junior, and suggested that they really ought to go and spend an evening with him as he had urged them to do; if the others liked him, they could communicate by nods and take him into the Sky Squad, not as a full member, but just to please him and have a fourth member to call on if an emergency arose where he would be needed. Al vouched for his innocence and good nature, eagerness to please and willingness to work without asking for explanations of why he did a certain thing.
“He’d be a good one to send to watch anybody—Griff, or the ex-pilot,” Al spoke as the trio rode toward Jimmy-junior’s home.
“We’ll see——”
Bob did not finish. He applied his coaster brake, made a quick signal for silence, swerved into a garage driveway, followed by his companions, and dismounted, dropping his bicycle on the lawn.
“What happened?” asked Al, thrilling to some possible mystery.
“Lang turned the corner!”
“You didn’t want him to see us?”
“Certainly not!” Bob answered Al.