“It seems that you have left forest fires wherever you have camped,” Slocum went on, with an all-knowing air. “To-night I sent a party of foresters over to the camp to arrest you all.”
“Yes, sir,” replied Jimmie again, shutting his lips hard in order to prevent saying a great deal more.
“Do you think they will find this Ned Nestor there?” Slocum asked, then.
“I don’t know whether he could get his machine back to the camp,” Jimmie replied.
“Well, wouldn’t he go without it?”
“No, sir; I don’t think he would, unless it was certain that he could not take it with him.”
“We’ll find him, anyway,” Slocum continued.
“Where are you goin’ to take us for trial?” Jimmie asked.
“We’ll have to consider that part of the matter later on,” was the reply. “The first thing for us to do is to lock you up good and tight and stop the setting of forest fires.”
“Yes, sir,” replied Jimmie, still humbly, but still thinking what he would do to this fat falsifier if he ever got a chance.