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He glanced from a rear window to the little pantry gable which stood but a story's height from the back yard. "If he gets in, we can climb out and drop. It won't hurt much." Their enemy tried the door again. Once a window rattled ominously. Sid's face regained a little of its color. "They were locked after all. Jiggers, there he is around the back!"
I'll bet on it." But he was wrong. The others went out of the storeroom and back into Sid's Steak Joint, and the Chief politely thanked the proprietor for the loan of his storeroom for a private fight. Then they went out into the neon-lighted business street of Bootstrap. "What do we do now?" asked Joe. "Where you sleeping?" asked the Chief hospitably. "I can get you a room at my place."
"I can never bear anything of that color since my valentine luncheon," declared Belle bravely. "That's why I predict disaster for Sid's new car." "They have dropped something!" exclaimed Hazel as she peered ahead at the disappearing runabout. Bess had taken the lead.
With a clear majority of six assured over Sid's lone vote, code notices were sent back and forth between the different members until Miss Brown threatened to send the responsible parties to the principal's office. With victory certain, John raced across the school yard and caught up with a certain maiden whom he had neglected sorely of late.
Most of the figures in sight were men. There were very, very few women. The neon signs proclaimed that here one could buy beer, and that this was Fred's Place, and that was Sid's Steak Joint. Bowling. Pool. A store still open for this shift's trade sold fancy shirts and strictly practical work clothes and highly eccentric items of personal adornment. A movie house. A second. A third.
Neither counterfeiters nor police would participate, but that did not diminish the tenseness of the situation, nevertheless. He was roused from his revery by Sid's voice as they came to the street car corner. "Here's a drug store, Louise. Let's go in and have a soda." Dreaming again, and Sid had stolen another march on him!
Along the way people appeared surprised to see Cora, and their greetings were a mixture of query and astonishment. "There's Ida!" suddenly exclaimed Jack. "Don't let on you see her. I don't want to stop here to talk to her." "Why?" asked Cora curiously. "Because in about one minute you will see her trailer, the insufferable Sid, and I am not in Sid's humor.
The white-coated soda clerk approached the table for payment, and the terror which crept into Sid's face was strangely like that on Mordaunt's when the police had broken into the river hut. He drew out his inadequate supply of small change and looked at it blankly. "Come, boys," prompted the man of syrups and sodawater, "I can't wait all day." "I haven't enough money," whispered Sid at last.
"No, but somebody's turned " began Jack, on the point of saying something uncomplimentary about Sid, but Cora interrupted him. "We had a race, and this is how I that is, we won it," she said with a laugh. Ed stepped out of his car and walked to where Sid's silent machine stood. "Radiator, eh?" he questioned. "A bad break." "That's what.
"But they're going down grade, and we have a hill to climb," spoke Cora a little despairingly. But she would not give up. On and on rushed the car. There was but five minutes left, and the railroad; station was very close to the building where the automobile concern was located. Sid's chances were very good Paul's not quite so much so.
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