“Walz should have come along,” the Scout leader remarked to Jack. “I figure he stayed away for fear he’d be hooked on the bill. How is Stony?”
“No report yet,” Jack replied. “But when I looked in on him a minute ago, he was resting comfortably.”
“He didn’t tell you anything more about his attacker?”
“Stony didn’t say a word. In fact, he hardly recognized me.”
With a shake of his head, Mr. Livingston indicated that the information was disturbing. After a moment, he said: “Well, round up Warwick, Willie, and Ken. We’ve done everything we can for the poor old fellow. May as well get back to camp and try to catch a few winks before dawn.”
In sober silence the Scouts drove back to the motel. A light was on—in the front office, but Mr. Walz was not there.
“There’s a light in Stony’s cabin, too,” Jack noted as the car turned into the driveway. “That’s funny! I distinctly recall turning it off after everyone left.”
“That’s right, you did!” Ken exclaimed.
No one spoke for a moment as the same thought occurred to all: Stony’s mysterious attacker might have returned!
Mr. Livingston stopped the car and switched off the ignition.