“I think we had better follow them to New York, and then you had better find out a few more details of their plans.”
“Why don’t you do that yourself?”
“They know me, and they don’t know you.”
“They saw me out riding with you.”
“True! But I don’t think they’ll remember you. Anyway, you can easily put on some sort of a disguise. You can bump into the boys and pretend to get friendly and all that sort of thing,” went on the man from the oil fields.
“All right, Davenport, I’ll do whatever you want me to,” returned the younger man. “But understand, I’m not doing this for nothing.”
“I understand that well enough. And I’m not doing it for nothing either. If we work this thing right there will be a small fortune in it for all of us.”
CHAPTER XII
HOME ONCE MORE
“Here we are at last!”