to find another pair of rosy cheeks, it seems," he remarked.
"What's that? demanded Lanky, suspiciously.
"Why, you see, to tell the honest truth, we were on our way back to the farm," admitted Frank, as if apologizing.
"What farm? Look here, you don't mean Baxter's place, do you," asked the other.
Frank nodded.
"Leave anything behind?" continued Lanky, firmly.
"Well, there was some talk of a fellow forgetting his heart when he came away. We thought we might go up and look for it. Little good he'd be as a hockey rover, without that useful article."
"Oh! quit your kidding, Frank. And make room in there, fellows. Fm going along with you, see?" with which Lanky deliberately squeezed in alongside Ralph, who occupied the tonneau seat.
"Did you ever see such nerve?" exclaimed Frank, as he once more started the car, "nobody asked him, but he comes anyhow. Here, get that rug around you. Lanky. It's cold work riding at a mile a minute clip. And as we hum along perhaps friend Ralph there will whisper to you just why we're once more bound for our old stamping grounds. It's no fire this time, only a document needed."
