“Hello, Jack! Hello, Bob Somers!”
“Hello, George!”
“There’s Aleck!”
For several moments, questions flew from one to another, with bewildering rapidity, and George Clayton presently heard a piece of news which made him whistle and open his eyes wide with astonishment.
“What!” he gasped, scarcely believing his ears, “you saw Uncle Dan—he was on that automobile? Jehoshophat! Well, well!” and George thrust his hands deep in his pockets and whistled again.
“Big surprise, eh?” laughed Bob Somers.
“Surprise?” echoed George. “Surprise is no name for it. Whew! I don’t wonder he was angry. Sailed into you, Norman—of course?”
“It was an unfortunate combination of circumstances that led you to run away with the machine,” said Redfern. “I am sorry you were so thoughtless.”
George studied the ground an instant before replying.
“So am I, Norman,” he said, frankly. “But it can’t be helped now.”