“You’ll have it,” Mr. Livingston promised. “If we should accept, how soon could you be ready to leave?”
“In ten minutes. All I need to do is toss a few things into a suitcase.”
“We’ll see you at eleven o’clock,” Mr. Livingston replied.
Over breakfast, the Scouts discussed the matter, finding it difficult to reach a decision. They still distrusted Jarrett Walz. On the other hand, it seemed selfish to deny him a ride to Elks Creek when his own car was not in good running order.
“And he’s offered to pay all expenses,” War reminded the group as he reached for a second biscuit. “That’s quite an item.”
“I’m for taking him up,” said Willie. “We’d get back to Belton City with cash in our treasury.”
Mr. Livingston gazed at Jack and Ken, waiting to hear their opinions.
“I don’t know,” Jack admitted frankly. “On the surface it looks okay, but—”
“I feel the same,” said Ken. “Before making a decision, why not inquire in town as to Walz’ reputation?”
“A good suggestion,” the Scout adviser answered. “We’ll do it on our trip to the telegraph station.”