"It's up to you, Tod, to get them away. We can't afford any complications at this stage of the game. To-morrow is the day!"
"Trust me, dad!" exclaimed Tod, going up and giving his father's shoulder a squeeze. Jerry waited for no more. Bending low, he scurried far down the path, so that Tod could have no suspicion that his chum had overheard.
"Are you coming?" he shouted when he felt that he had gone far enough.
"Hold up a second and I'll be with you. Good night, dad."
"Good night, Mr. Fulton," shouted Jerry in turn, then waited for Tod.
The journey to the Boy Scout camp was made in silence, for Jerry did not feel that he dared ask any more questions, and Tod volunteered no further explanation. Just outside the ring of light cast by the deserted camp fire, however, Jerry halted and asked:
"Thought what you'll tell them?"
"Why, no. Just what I told you, Jerry."
"You can't—unless you tell them more. They'd never be satisfied with that."
"I'm sorry, Jerry. I'd like to tell you the whole yarn, but—but you see how it is."