“Better telephone to him first and make sure,” suggested Roger.
“I’ll do it,” said Phil.
The carryall was brought around again and all piled in and drove down to a drug store where there was a telephone booth. Into the booth went 146 Phil, to communicate with the hotel in Rockville. He came out smiling.
“It’s all fixed up and I guess we’ll have something this time,” he said. “But just wait; I’ll fix that mean Jason Sparr, see if I don’t!”
“It’s quite a drive to Rockville,” protested Horsehair, when they told the driver what was wanted.
“Never mind, it will do the horses good,” cried Roger. “They are getting too fat standing still.”
“Say, Phil,” whispered Dave. “If you haven’t got money enough along, I can let you have some.”
“Good,” was the whispered return. “I was going to speak of that, as soon as I got a chance.”
The affair at the Oakdale hotel had put something of a damper on the crowd, and all the talk was of how Jason Sparr had acted and who had been mean enough to play such a trick.
“Maybe it was Nat Poole,” said Chip.