We admitted that that was our destination.
CHAPTER XI
UP LIKE A ROCKET
On the morning following our return from the flight, there was an uncomfortable chill about my house. When I met Ed Mason, I found that he had noticed the same coolness in his home. Nothing was said, no reproaches were cast upon us for our trip towards Omaha and the great West, but I understood, somehow, that I should not be invited to attend the circus in the afternoon. The necessary half-dollar did not make its appearance. Ed reported a similar state of affairs.
This was simply tragic.
We took counsel, and decided that in Horace Winslow, if anywhere, lay our salvation. He was a person of stratagem, of plans and plots, and he might be able to show us a way out of trouble. Moreover, he had let drop some mysterious hints of influence which he expected to possess with the circus people. More than a week before he had darkly suggested that he might be connected in no inconspicuous position with the coming show.
His utterances returned to us now.
"Let's go over and see him," I suggested.