more to speak to the boys. They were gone. Sadly they had faded
away around the corner, and drifted over to the cow stables,
where they sat miserably down on a bale of hay.

"What we goin' to do?" asked Beany miserably. "That's the
limit!" agreed Porky. "Here we got it all planned. We got to
find that formula, nobody else has the chance we have, and now
we've spotted one of our men. We will find that formula when we
pull in the bunch that tried to shoot Colonel Handler. They are
all mixed up somehow, you'll find. All right, we find that
formula, because we got to do it for our country; and what do
they do to us? What does Mr. Leffingwell do to us?" Porky's
voice rose to a wail. "What does he do?" he asked again. "He
goes and sticks an education on us! A college education!"

"Is Mr. Leffingwell going to pick our college?" asked Beany.

"You bet he won't pick mine!" said Porky, loftily. "Cause there
ain't goin' to be no such animal!"

"Well, I dunno," mused the other twin. "We got to find that
formula. See, the more people we tell, the more it gums the
works. It sounds cheeky, but we work better alone: me and you.
Le's go look around while we think. I can think better when I'm
lookin I at things.

"Me too," said Porky.

They drifted over to the bandstand where the crowd was thickest
and the noise loudest and, wriggling through the press, approached