"He laughed a great laugh and he said, 'That's fer you to find out.'"
"Well?" demanded Dare eagerly, as Ben stopped. "What then?"
"Nothing," replied Ben. "That's all."
"It sounds meaningless to me," said Dare. "Do you suppose he was pulling your leg?"
"He might have been and yet he might not."
"You didn't tell him the business we're on?"
"Trust me," assured Ben dryly.
"Well, we can do little but guess about things yet. I expect father will have a few things to tell us when we see him."
"Not a doubt of it."
"Let's see. What time ought we to get there? Eight hours' run. It's two o'clock now. Allow an hour for delay here. We ought to do it by eleven o'clock."