“Watch it,” Jack warned in an undertone.
Quick as a flash, he scooped the map from the floor, thrusting it under his jacket.
The reason for his action was immediately apparent. Footsteps had been heard on the gravel driveway outside the cabin. Before the Scouts could move away from the fireplace, Jarrett Walz loomed on the threshold. His suspicious glance roved from one face to another, but the Scouts volunteered no explanation for their presence in the cabin.
He said sharply: “Well! I hardly expected to find you here!”
“We weren’t looking for you back so soon,” Willie stammered.
“That’s quite obvious. What are you doing here?”
“No harm, I assure you,” Mr. Livingston said. “To be quite truthful, we promised Old Stony that if anything happened to him, we’d try to get in touch with someone he knew.”
“Craig Warner?”
“Yes.”
“Looking after Stony’s affairs is my job, not yours,” the motel owner said, his dark eyes snapping.