“My wife tells me you’re packing your stuff. Leaving?”
“Only for a day,” Mr. Livingston returned.
“You’re not crazy enough to venture out into the bush in search of your friend?”
“Would that be crazy?” Mr. Livingston countered.
“It sure would! I tell you that if you’ll wait, there may be a ransom demand.” Sudden suspicion shone in Rhodes’ dark eyes. “Say, maybe this excursion of yours doesn’t concern your friend!”
Mr. Livingston made no answer. He and the Scouts already were turning toward the door.
“Just a minute!” the engineer called sharply. With an effort, he half pulled himself from the bed. “If you have anything else in mind, I’m warning you to lay off or it may cost you your lives! I’m ordering you to stay here in camp!”
Mr. Livingston smiled. “First you order us to leave. Now you order us to stay. Can’t you make up your mind?”
“You’re taking advantage of me while I’m flat on my back!” Rhodes snarled. “Oh, you’re not fooling me one bit. I may be cooped up here, but I’m not stupid. I know what you’re about. And I’m giving you a last warning! Stay in camp, or you’ll regret it!”
Mr. Livingston and the Scouts did not hear the final threat. Leaving the man to his tirade, they quietly closed the bedroom door and left the cottage.