"I can do that while you go down to the bus stop."
"Then we would be too far apart. I have a better plan, Bruce. Wait here a minute."
They were below the cabin now, and their path had joined with the one that went from the hut in the woods to the Ridge Road.
"I'll stay here," said Harry. "You go down to the road and wait there. When our man comes along you will see him. He may have a light to find his way. He will probably stop to look for the path. It shows plainly from the road, but I suppose our man has never been here before."
"That's a good compromise," agreed Bruce. "I'd rather watch the pike to make sure the bus stops. But we know the driver has let people out at this road, and it's the only way to the cabin. I'll stay in the bushes and keep watching. I'll only be a hundred yards away from you."
"That's right, Bruce. I'm going to move up a bit so I can actually see the cabin. If you hear me call, or hear a pistol shot, come in a hurry. If you need me for an emergency, use the same signal."
"What will I do when the man comes?"
"Follow him. I'll know when he walks along the path. If he has a light, I'll know that he is coming."
"Suppose he has no light?"
"I'll hear him in the darkness. But I get your point, Bruce. You're figuring that there might be more than one man."