“Sure,” I says, but I didn’t want to a bit.
That sort of shamed Plunk and Binney into staying, so nobody went home.
“And, rem-member,” Mark warned us, “this is a secret. We ain’t to say a word to nobody.”
So we were sort of forced to stay by Mark to help him find out what was prowling around in the woods. He was a queer fellow, Mark was. I know he was as afraid as any of us, but he was curious, and when he got curious to know anything you couldn’t scare him away nohow.
CHAPTER VII
“Have you hatched a scheme?” I asked Mark, after we’d scoured off the dishes and cleaned up in front of the cave.
“I got a scheme, but I don’t like it much.”
“Won’t it work?”
“I guess it’ll work.”
“What’s wrong with it, then? You want one that’ll work, don’t you?”