"I guess that's the only thing to do. You might climb Rocky Summit to-morrow. That's the mountain from which Duncan and I observed the old ruined house."
"Topping idea," declared Weston. "By the way, what do you suppose has become of our friend Duncan?"
"I don't know," said Vincent, repressing a smile at the major's persistency in sticking to the trumped-up story.
"What plan do you have concerning the sixth man?" questioned Major Weston. "Shall we watch the station or the bus?"
"We'll go downtown in the afternoon," declared Harry. "He may come in on the early train, as you did. If we have no luck, you ride on the bus from the station. I'll take you downtown in time for the last trip. You will probably not be noticed that late at night. Try to open conversation with any passenger who seems likely to be the man. If he is on the bus, he will get off at Ridge Road. You can get off, too; I will be waiting there."
"An excellent plan. Perhaps I can discover the chap and begin negotiations on the bus."
"That's the very idea I was suggesting."
* * *
Harry rose and walked toward the door. Major Weston followed him. The two men stood on the porch, breathing the cool mountain air.
"How do you like this district, Major Weston?" inquired Harry.