demands that Officer Riley be promoted, he'll be promoted."
"Why, that's very good of you," returned Riley pompously. "A few words in the right place mightn't do any harm at all."
"Those words shall be said," Chet assured him earnestly. "You may depend on us, Mr. Riley. We will see that your qualities of leadership are recognized. You're the only man who can wake this city up."
Con Riley, a trifle dazed by this avalanche of flattery, but nevertheless feeling that every bit of it was deserved and that the boys deserved credit for their perception, beamed with appreciation.
"Why, I never had no idea you lads felt like this," he said. "I always thought you had a sort of grudge against me."
The boys immediately disclaimed any such sentiments.
"We may have been a little bit troublesome at times," agreed Chet regretfully; "but that was because we didn't understand you. After this, you may depend on us. Your time will come, Mr. Riley. Your time will come."
With this fine oratorical effort, Chet produced the package from beneath his arm. "By the way," he said, "I wonder if you would mind guarding this package for me, Mr. Riley?
