“Gee, I wonder if it’s safe!” Jim said anxiously.
“I asked Uncle Norman and he said the greater part of the land is under water now, but there are high spots that may serve them. Let’s keep an eye on the place, Jim. I think that pair is all right, and gosh, I’d hate like fury to have them carried away in this. Just look at it.” Jim didn’t need to look any more than he had for as far as he could see, the wreckage, large and small, was being tossed and dashed to splinters.
“So should I. We’ll keep watch, then if it looks bad we’ll go after them in Her Highness. I say, did you happen to notice the number of that limousine? I, like a dub, forgot to look at it.”
“I wrote it down,” Bob answered proudly, and he produced the figures.
“Good work. I’m going to call up Ruhel and tell him to be on the look-out for that pair. They’re no good and the Mounties will keep them under observation.” He hurried into the house, called long distance, and in five minutes was telling the story to the chief, who listened with interest.
“Thanks no end, Old Man. I take it you’d like us to let them roam around here for a while and give your friends a chance.”
“That’s the idea.”
“We’ll keep them hunting. It will do them good. Oh, by the way, I say, what time did you lads breeze in to your house this morning—”
“Don’t ask personal questions,” Jim retorted.
“I don’t have to, I know. Mason came in this afternoon and told the story. You knights had some night. I hope they pin something on you—”