“I guess the way is clear,” he said to himself, peering around the edge of a nest of shrubbery on a shelf of rocks.
Then Bob was a good deal surprised to catch the sound of voices. At first he thought it was some of the Burr crowd lying in ambush, and pricked up his ears sharply.
As he listened, Bob traced the voices right beyond him. They were men’s voices. By stooping and peering through a network of vines, Bob made out two men lying on the ground. There was light enough from the campfire to show that they had made a bed of leaves and branches, and that one of them had a green patch over one eye.
“I know the other man,” said Bob to himself. “He is the tramp I met to-day.”
Bob was very sure of this as he heard the voice of the man.
“Yes,” he was saying, “I’ve picked up some money in the town.”
“Then why don’t we go to some hotel and be comfortable?”
“What’s the matter with this soft bed in such fine weather? Has a haystack got too common for you?”
“No, but if you’ve got money, let’s enjoy it.”