“Who sent the orders?”
“Give it up. They come through Dolliver.”
“Oh, Dolliver! Think it has anything to do with the robbery?”
“I hope not,” said Frank. “My biggest wish just now is that it has something to do with Lenning.”
“Don’t you know that, Chip?” queried Clancy.
“I don’t know a thing about why we’re going out there. It’s a hurry-up call, and no more than two are to come.”
“Then that settles it,” said Ballard. “Two are to go, and you’ve chosen Blunt. Take your ride, Chip, but if you don’t get back in a reasonable time, Red and I will get a couple of horses and follow you.”
“No,” Frank answered hastily, “don’t do that. I wasn’t to tell anybody but the chap who came with me where we were going. You fellows just stay here, keep mum, and wait till we get back—if it isn’t until next week. Understand?”
“That’s a big order, Chip,” said Clancy, “but I guess we can fill it.”
“We’re going to Dolliver’s now,” Frank went on. “I haven’t a notion where we’ll go from Dolliver’s, or what we’re to do. So long, fellows!”