“Ken and I think so,” Jack said soberly. “He’s made up his mind to get that map at any cost. And it’s up to us to prevent him!”
Chapter 11
CLOUD CREST RANCH
Jarrett Walz was waiting in the hotel dining room when the Explorers entered promptly at seven thirty the next morning.
“Well, right on time, I see,” he greeted them jovially. “You brought the map?”
Mr. Livingston did not reply. He and the Scouts seated themselves at the circular, old-fashioned table and ordered breakfast. The motel owner could not conceal his impatience.
“You brought the map?” he repeated as soon as the waitress went away.
“As for turning it over to you,” Mr. Livingston replied, “we have a different plan.”
Walz’ bushy eyebrows jerked up in surprise. “What d’you mean, a different plan?” he growled.
“Craig Warner happens to be alive.”
“What?”