“Why not?”
“Well, this yere Frank Merriwell they say is a holy terror. Dan hisself has had some dealings with him, you know. He knocks the packing out of Dan down at Prescott not so long ago.”
“Down at Prescott,” thought the listening boy; “down at Prescott. Why, I supposed it was up at Prescott. If it’s down, Prescott must be to the south. In that case these fellows doubled and turned north after scooping me in.”
This was interesting to him, for one thing he desired to know very much was just where he had been taken. As he was meditating on this, Dick missed some of the talk between the men, for in order to understand what they were saying it was necessary for him to listen with the utmost intentness.
“Do you allow, Dillon,” he finally heard Mat say, “that Dan will stick to his little plan to hold up that train?”
“I opine not. He won’t be after trying it all by his lonesome. One man who holds up a train and goes through it has a heap big job on his hands.”
“So that’s the kind of a railroad job they were talking about!” thought Dick. “They surely are a tough lot.”
“Mebbe he comes searching for us,” suggested Dillon.
“Mebbe so. Ef he does, we has to deceive him.”
“He gits a whole lot hot, I judge.”