"Well, we went; right after that," grinned Jack. "We've written you gazabos three letters since then, and never got even a post card in return. We've abused you to each other for fair. Slackers; that's our pet name for you." "Yes, that's it," immediately chimed in Jerry, always his twin brother's faithful repeater. "We never got 'em." Bob shook a disgusted head. "We didn't get half of our mail at Camp Marvin. I suppose it's chasing us around yet. We'll get it some day if we live long enough." "We wrote you fellows a couple of letters, too," informed Jimmy, frowning. "Then we've got something coming to us, too," was Jack's cheerful retort. "Now let's flop and have a chewing-bee. Come on over to our table. We've a fine surprise for you. We want you to meet----" "Cousin Emile," supplied Bob. "I spotted him right away. We have a couple of fellows with us. They belong to the gang. One of 'em is Iggy. You remember? We told you about him. The other is a new pal of ours. We're the five Brothers now. Oh, maybe we haven't a bag of beans to spill!" "Get your two Buddies and bring 'em over to that table," directed Jack, pointing to an alcove table, larger than the others. "I'll steer Emile to it, by the time you round up your strays." With this he and his brother turned and bolted for their table, at which the famous aviator had already seated himself. An amused smile touched his firm mouth, as he watched his lively cousins and their friends. "Now listen to the howl Iggins'll put up," laughed Jimmy, as the three Brothers returned to their table. "This time he can't fade away and disappear, the way he did when the Twinkle Twins came to see us at Sterling." "I can no go," was the prompt refusal Jimmy met with. Half rising from his chair, Ignace showed signs of making a quick retreat from the café. "I can no go," mimicked Jimmy. "You're going, you old clam, if I have to lead you along by the ear." Noting signs of refusal on the German-American's face, he next warned: "Don't you get panicky, either, Schnitz!" "If you two mules go to balking, we'll turn you out to shift for yourselves," threatened Bob. "Cousin Emile won't eat you. He's careful about what he eats." Bob's last flippant assertion caused Ignace to snicker. It also brought a faint smile to Schnitzel's somber face. "All right. I'll be good," he assented, and obligingly got to his feet. "If Iggy doesn't want to be a good fellow, just let him sit here all by his lonesome while we have a good time," suggested Roger slyly. "We'll tell the Twinkles and Cousin Emile that he's very particular about whom he meets." Roger winked at Bob, as he made this innocent suggestion. "No!" Ignace fairly bounced from his chair. "You say so, you ver' mean! I go by you. So is it." "Oh, just as you please," teased Roger. "I please!" With the expression of a martyr on the way to execution, Ignace followed in the wake of his bunkies, as they toured the length of the room to the alcove.