“Of course,” replied Oliver; for he and Mr. Whyland had had too many conversations on the matter for him to make any mistake.
A little later Oliver and Gus rode forth from the bushes in which the confab had taken place, and headed directly for the group of buildings below.
“Hope you ain’t nervous, Olly,” said the stout youth, as they moved on at a rapid gait.
“I am anxious but not nervous,” was the low reply. “This Colonel Mendix has grossly wronged my father, and I intend to have matters set straight.”
“I’m feeling mighty funny myself—”
“If you want to go back—” began Oliver.
“Not a bit of it; not if I knew I was going to have my head taken off,” cried Gus. “What, after all you did for me on the Polly Eliza! Not much!” and he spurted on ahead.
In a few minutes they had arrived at the row of buildings. Only a single man was in sight, the rest probably being at work.
“Is Colonel Men—I mean Colonel Guerotaz anywhere about?” asked Oliver.
The man stared at them.