“I may have to do it in the morning,” Mr. Livingston said reluctantly, “but, somehow, his information doesn’t satisfy me.”
“Why not do a little checking of our own?” Jack proposed.
The idea appealed to the others. It was decided, though, that Walz might become resentful if he saw the entire crew leaving the hotel. So Jack and Ken were assigned to tour the town to see what they could learn.
The two were away from the hotel more than an hour. When finally they returned, they fairly burst into the Scout leader’s room where the others had gathered.
“What did you find out?” War demanded, getting up from the bed where he had been sprawling.
“Plenty!” Jack announced.
“We talked to three people,” Ken said. “The first two had never heard of Craig Warner. Then we ran into an old-timer, a rancher who has lived in this country most of his life.”
“What did he say?” Willie asked impatiently.
“Craig Warner is very much alive,” Jack announced. “In fact, he lives less than forty miles from here—not at Red Cliffs Ranch, though. Another place.”
“Then Walz lied!”