“Huh! that’s about as useful as anything I’ll ever get from you Indians,” snorted Jimmy. “I ought to make you pay in advance for my ideas, instead of giving them away so carelessly.”
“You’ll never get rich that way,” remarked Joe. “But let’s cut out the comedy, fellows, and get down to business. When are your folks going to start for Mountain Pass, Bob?”
“The day after tomorrow.”
“Whew!” whistled Herb. “That means that we’ll have to flash a little speed, doesn’t it?”
“I sha’n’t worry about that,” grinned Bob. “I’m all ready to start this minute, so I’ll sit back and watch you fellows hustle. It will be lots of fun.”
“You won’t be able to see me, on account of the dust I’ll raise,” announced Jimmy.
“You’re going to stay at the Mountain Rest Hotel, aren’t you, Bob?” asked Joe.
“Sure! It’s the best hotel up there. The only one, in fact; though I believe some of the natives take a few people into their homes.”
“By the way,” said Herb. “Who’s said anything to Mrs. or Mr. Layton about our joining their party? Seems incredible, but maybe they won’t want us.”
“Gee!” gasped Joe. “I never thought of that. But maybe it’s so.”