“A little while before daybreak,” was the ready reply.
“We’ll go and get ready for the journey,” Frank said, but at the door he beckoned to Jack and they walked away together.
“What do you think of him?” asked Frank.
“Why, he seems to be all right,” was the reply. “At any rate he knows about the boys going away in the night and not coming back.”
“The man they followed away would know that, too,” Frank said.
Jack looked his friend in the face for a moment and scratched his head.
“Say,” he asked, “do you think this is a stall?”
“I don’t like the looks of the fellow,” was the reply. “Besides, what would the boys be doing up at the Culebra cut?”
“If you think it is crooked we won’t go,” Jack observed.
“Another thing,” Frank went on, “we were to have nothing to do with Lieutenant Gordon while on the Isthmus. We were to roam about at our own sweet will and pick up what information we could. So it doesn’t seem likely that he would send for us all to meet him at the Culebra cut. Does it, now?”