Jimmie with some force. [Pg 21] "Right you are, Jimmie! You can handle a motorcycle. I'll hand you that. But they nearly got us in spite of your ability!" "They're a tough lot of lads," admitted Jack. "They work only when they have to and loaf around living on someone else. It is getting to be a caution the way they annoy us, too. There ought to be some way of stopping them. We should see father about it." "Good idea, Jack! Just now, it's too hot to think about that subject. What do you say to having a pitcher of lemonade?" "The ayes have it!" declared Jimmie in a grave manner. A step on the stair interrupted further remarks. Ned Nestor, accompanied by an older man whom the boys at once recognized as Mr. Nobles, an attorney associated with Jack's father, came into the club room, glancing quickly about with a worried look on his usually bright and sunny face. His dark eyes were positively somber. [Pg 22] [Pg 22] "Guilty, your Honor, as charged in the indictment," gravely remarked Jimmie in greeting as he rose to his feet and lifted his right hand. "I'm guilty. My alibi's no good!" A general laugh went round the group as this characteristic greeting was given. The boys noticed, however, that Jimmie's hand formed the well-known Boy Scout signal, and also detected the quick lift of the lawyer's hand with the palm outward, the thumb and little finger touching and the other three fingers extended upward. Instantly they all followed suit and then a general handshake followed. "And now, Ned," began Jimmie as they all took seats, "why the 'four-eleven'? Somebody trying to run away with the town?" "It looks mighty serious!" Ned soberly replied. "Great Frozen Hot Boxes!" ejaculated Jimmie. "What's that?" inquired Ned, instantly half rising. "I've got a new 'by-word,'" Jimmie hastened to explain. "I'm using it only on special occasions, such as getting shot at or some[Pg 23] little thing like that, or having a motorcycle put out of business."
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