“Not at all. They are muzzled. And friendly brutes, at that. They only follow the scent they are put on, and probably would do their quarry no harm, even if they were unmuzzled.”
“Well, it seems terrible, just the same,” murmured Laura. Then she added: “Suppose he was somebody we had an interest in, Chet?”
“Humph! that would be tough. But he isn’t.” 165
“Just the same, promise me something,” urged Laura, clinging to his shoulder with both hands.
“What is it, Sis?” asked Chet, in surprise.
“Don’t tell the sheriff if you should run across the poor young man. Don’t tell anybody!”
“Why, Sis!”
“I have a reason. I can’t tell you what it is,” Laura said, half sobbing. “Will you mind me, Chet?”
“Surest thing you know!” declared her brother, heartily.
“And without asking questions?”