“So long, Bob!”
The two chums went on their way and Bob went into the house after putting his car in the barn that had been turned into a garage.
The Boys’ Athletic Club had a jollification meeting that night over the baseball victory, and the Golden Eagle mascot looked down most approvingly from his perch to which he had been restored by the efforts of the young detective.
“I don’t believe we’d have had half such a good game out of it to-day if it hadn’t been for the Golden Eagle,” remarked Ned, as he sat with his chums, looking up at the mascot bird.
“You’re right!” chimed in Harry.
“Oh, I guess you imagine a lot of that,” laughed Bob. “Still, I’m glad the old bird is back in place.”
“You said it!” exclaimed his chums.
It was next morning, when Bob was on his way to his uncle’s hardware store where he now worked, that the lad met Harry and Ned.
“Did you hear the news?” cried Harry.
“What news?” asked Bob, slowing up his flivver so his chums might leap in.