“Go on!” exclaimed Carl. “Didn’t Mr. Havens say that Redfern was in the vicinity of Lake Titicaca? How could he be here, then?”
“Mr. Havens only said that Redfern was believed to be in the vicinity of Lake Titicaca,” Sam corrected.
“Then they don’t even know where he is!” exclaimed Carl.
“Of course they don’t,” laughed Sam. “If they did, they’d go there and get him. That’s an easy one to answer!”
“Well, if Redfern isn’t in that ruin,” Jimmie declared, “then his own friends don’t know where he is!”
“Yes, it seems to me,” Sam agreed, “that the men who are trying to reach him are as much at sea as we are regarding his exact location.”
“If they wasn’t,” Jimmie declared, “they wouldn’t be staging such plays as that on general principles!”
“Well!” exclaimed Carl. “Here we stand talking as if we had positive information that the Redfern gang is putting on those stunts, while, as a matter of fact, we don’t know whether they are or not!”
“And that’s a fact, too!” said Jimmie. “The people in there may be ignorant of the fact that a man named Redfern ever existed.”
“But the chances are that the Redfern bunch is doing the work all the same!” insisted Sam.