"I think I can trust you, Tim," replied De Vere, ignoring his companion's question.
"I know you can, after all you have done for me," replied Tim gratefully.
De Vere drew young Short close to him as they turned into a dark, narrow street.
"Tim," said he, in suppressed agitation, "you know those tall oak trees on the old Booker road?"
"What, them by the cave in the big rock, do you mean?"
"Yes, that's the place."
Young Short commenced to breathe fast with excitement.
"You know, Tim," said De Vere, scarcely above a whisper, "you know the bushes and rock together furnish a good hiding place."
"I should think they would," responded Tim dubiously.
"We've got some work to do there."