“Not until we’ve delivered the map,” the Scout leader answered.
“It will be at least eighty miles out of your way, counting the return trip,” the motel owner pointed out. “You’ll have to figure on killing an entire day.”
“I suppose so,” Mr. Livingston admitted.
“I’ll tell you what! I can save you that trip. Let me have the map, and I’ll see that Craig Warner gets it.”
Mr. Livingston shook his head. “We’d prefer to deliver it ourselves.”
“You don’t trust me?”
“We made Old Stony a promise, that’s all.”
“You’ve become very devoted to his memory, haven’t you?” Walz asked with a slight sneer. “You think I deceived you?”
“Did we make any such accusation?”
“Oh, I can tell by the way you act! I’ve paid your expenses. I’ve been open and above board in all my dealings. You’ve done nothing in return.”