That seemed to explain a good deal. He was used to having scouts
turn up to help him out of trouble. And so he listened as
patiently as he could, while Jack explained what had happened.
"And that's all I know," said Jack, finally, when he had carried
the tale to the point where Harry rode off on the repaired
motorcycle in pursuit of Ernest Graves. "I should think you might
really know more about it now than I do."

"Why, how could I? You saw it all!"

"Yes, that's true enough. But you know Harry and I were too busy
to talk much after we found that motor was out of order. All I
know is that when we got here we found someone I'd never seen
before and never want to see again messing about with the cycles.
We thought it must be you, of course -- at least Harry did, and of
course I supposed he ought to know."

"And then you found it was Ernest Graves?"

"Harry did. He took one look at him and then they started right
in fighting. Harry seemed to be sure that was the thing to do.
If I'd been in his place I'd have tried to arbitrate I think.
This chap Graves was a lot bigger than he. He was carrying weight
for age. You see, I don't know yet who Graves is, or why Harry
wanted to start fighting him that way. I've been waiting
patiently for you to come along, so that you could tell me."

"He's a sneak!" declared Dick, vehemently. "I suppose you know
that Harry's an American, don't you?"