But Frank did not go just then. He chatted with Callie Shaw for a while, and Iola tried to make conversation with Joe, whose answers were mumbled and muttered, while he inwardly wished he could talk as freely and without embarrassment as his brother. At length Frank decided to go and Joe sighed with relief. The girls bade them good-bye after again urging them to come inside the house, and the boys departed.
"Whew!" breathed Joe, mopping his brow. "I'm glad that's over."
Frank looked at him in surprise.
"Why, what's the matter? I thought you liked Iola Morton."
"That's just the trouble—I do," answered Joe mysteriously, and Frank wisely forbore further inquiry.
They mounted their motorcycles again and rode down the lane, out to the road. Hardly had they gone more than a few hundred yards, however, than Frank suddenly gestured to his brother and they slowed down.
Pulled up beside the road was an automobile, and as the boys drew near they saw that three men were in the car. The men were talking together and they looked up as the boys approached.
Something in the attitude of the trio aroused Frank's suspicions, and this prompted him to
