Then Sid cranked up his car, which he had named the Streak, though
it didn't always live up to the name, and soon he and the girl were
out of sight around a turn in the road.
"Humph!" exclaimed Ed as he entered the store. "I wonder where he
heard about my plan to take--bank stock? I wish he didn't know of
it. And I also wonder who that pretty girl was?" For Ida was pretty,
in spite of her reddish hair and her rather jealous disposition,
which was reflected in her face.
Ed shook his head. He was puzzled over something.
CHAPTER IV
TWENTY THOUSAND DOLLARS
"Say, Jack," remarked Ed a few days later, when the two were
sprawled beside a brook, with rod and reel, "I believe I'll have to
get better acquainted with the young folks out here. Honestly, I
feel wobbly when I get to talking to them. I've been out of touch
with them so long that I'm afraid I'll ask after some dead and gone
aunt or uncle, or for some brother that has been in trouble and
isn't spoken of any more in polite society. For instance, who is
Ida--Ida Giles? You know--the girl who was with Sid? He introduced
me to her last night."
"Oh, Ida--why--she's--just Ida. That's all. But that's a good idea
of yours.
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