I repeat dot I am not ein hero." The wily old German had played out his purpose.

He had turned the wild cheering, which he knew would have embarrassed Prescott, into a good-natured laugh.

He had diverted the first big burst of attention away from the boys, much to the relief of the latter.
But now the crowd bethought itself of the heroes that a crowd always loves.

Hundreds pressed about to shake the bands of Prescott and Darrin.
"Get into my car! Stand up in front of Mrs.Macey and myself until we can get out of this crowd," urged Mr.Macey, bustling the boys toward the runabout.
Mrs.Macey, whitefaced, was crying softly and could not speak.
But her husband, with the two boys standing up before him, honked his horn and turned on the power, starting the car slowly.

A path was thus made for their escape through the crowd, though the cheering began again.
"Now, you can put us down, if you will, sir,", suggested Dick, when they had reached the outer edge of the crowd.
"Not yet," retorted Mr.Macey.
"Why not, sir ?" "You've a little trip to make with me yet." "Trip ?" "Wait a moment, and you'll see." Less than two minutes later Mr.Macey drove his car up in front of one of the banks and jumped out.
"Come on, boys," he cried.