“That I don’t know.”
Though Warner’s car was old, it was durable. The Explorers all piled in, and the drive to Elks Creek was made in fast time. They found Mr. Livingston’s sedan on a side street near a gas station. One of the tires was flat, but otherwise the car seemed not to have been damaged.
Quickly the Scouts checked their luggage. A sleeping bag was missing, as well as one of the pup tents and a set of nested pans.
“At least Walz took only what he figured he’d need,” Ken said in disgust.
Inquiry established that Walz had been seen going to Ranier’s shack shortly after dawn.
Apparently the two had come to an agreement, for they had bought supplies and started off in the guide’s old car.
“They’re heading for Crazy Mountain,” Warner decided. “Ranier should have better sense than to start off with a fellow like Walz. He probably figures Walz will buckle up after a day on the trail and call the deal off.”
“He might be stubborn enough to keep on and get into real trouble,” Mr. Livingston said soberly. “He has the gold fever pretty bad.”
“I’m getting it myself,” the rancher confessed with a chuckle. “Maybe I’ll sling together an outfit and pack after him. I’d like to get that map back.”
“Would you head for Headless Hollow alone?” the Scout leader asked in surprise.