Unhappily I was far too great an object of interest to that nursery of heroes.

Every boy scout is an amateur detective and hungry for knowledge.

I was followed by several, who plied me with questions, and were told that I was off to Bradfield to hurry up part of the cinema outfit.

It sounded lame enough, for that cinema outfit was already past praying for.
We reached the road and against a stone wall stood several bicycles.

I selected one and prepared to mount.
'That's Mr Emmott's machine,' said one boy sharply.