Uncle Abe got out of the car. Bill was already beside her.
“Yo’all foller Ol’ Man River!” said the ancient darky and led into the woods away from the road.
“Well, what’s the dope?” Bill’s tone was less exasperated now, and side by side they swung in behind the old man.
Dorothy took his arm. “I guess you think I’m a brainless idiot,” she began, “with all my wild schemes—”
“Well, I don’t quite see your idea in going in there alone—but it’s your show, so go ahead and explain.”
“Attaboy! Now this is the point. I want to do some scouting inside and I’ll need you to cover me as it were. Uncle Abe knows Joyce’s servants. And Mr. Joyce is looking for you and me. Well, don’t you see, if Uncle Abe brings a stray boy into the kitchen for a bite to eat, it won’t seem anything out of the way. In these clothes, I’ll never be taken for a girl.”
“But you won’t stay in the kitchen—I know you!” Bill was not quite convinced.
“Perhaps not—what I do inside will depend on circumstances as I find ’em.”
“Humph! And what is my important work to consist of?”
“I want you to watch this side of the house. If I need you, I’ll open a window and wave. If it happens to be a window on the ground floor, you can get in that way. If I open a second story window, come in through the kitchen. You’ve got a gun—that ought to be a help.”