“You tell him,” says uncle to Mark. “I hain’t got so’s I can speak yet.”
Mark told all about it, while Mr. Macmillan’s eyes got bigger and bigger and more and more astonished.
“You don’t mean to tell me you boys worked all this out just from seeing a letter, and that you outwitted those two men? It doesn’t come within the bounds of possibility.”
“Everything I s-said,” says Mark, sort of dignified, “we did.”
“I beg your pardon,” says Mr. Macmillan. “I didn’t doubt your word, of course. But it’s so remarkable. You are remarkable boys.”
I shook my head. “Mark’s a remarkable boy,” says I. “All I did was come along.”
Mr. Macmillan shook his head. “You both deserve a lot of credit. As for me, I’m proud I know you. Now let’s get down to business. What are you going to do about it all?”
“We d-d-don’t know,” says Mark. “That’s why we came to you.”
Mr. Macmillan turned and looked at his desk. For fifteen minutes he thought it over, and then he says, “I guess we better have a talk with Jiggins & Co. Can you find them?”
“I guess so,” I says. “I’ll go and see.”