"I didn't think they'd follow us," puffed Hugh. "Still it's just as well
to take no chances."
"I wasn't so much afraid of them chasing us," said Bob. "What worries me
is that probably they know who we are now, and consequently we won't be
safe no matter where we are."
"I guess we'll have to report to the police."
"If we do I hope they treat us better than that detective did."
"I hope so, too," laughed Hugh. "At any rate we'll ask your father."
"You are coming to our house for luncheon, you know."
"Yes."
"We can talk it over with father then."
They arrived at the Cook residence without further adventure or mishap.
They left their bicycles in the garage, and then started for the house.
Half-way across the lawn they met Mr. Cook.
"Well, boys," he said, plainly relieved at seeing them safely back,
"what luck?"
"Feel my head," said Bob, removing his cap.
Mr. Cook did so. "Whew!" he exclaimed. "Where did you get that?"
Bob related the story of their experiences that morning.
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