“He’s contributing a small amount.”
“I’d like to chip in for flowers,” Jack said soberly. “Even if our money is short, we can manage it, can’t we?”
“Yes, Jack,” Mr. Livingston nodded. “While we were in town, we arranged for a wreath. It seemed the least we could do. Stony was a stranger and yet, somehow, he moved us all deeply.”
“I got a queer feeling about him,” War added, staring at his plate.
“What kind of feeling?” Ken asked.
“It’s hard to explain.” War groped for words. “It’s as if his ghost were here—sort o’ nudging us on—saying we should follow the lead he gave us.”
No one laughed.
Finally, Mr. Livingston said, “If we hear from Craig Warner, and Elks Creek isn’t too many miles out of our way, we could deliver the map.”
This thought at once caused the Explorers to become more cheerful.
“About going on to Buckhorn—” War began, but Mr. Livingston shook his head.