“Very,” said Tompkins gravely. “Very romantic. It means tumblebug. I may be going in that direction myself, so I’ll hope to see you again.”
And before she could say yea or nay to this, he went on his way.
CHAPTER IV
Sunrise found Haywire serving an early feed to Tompkins and Sagebrush, while the laden flivver rested out in front of the hotel awaiting them. Tompkins expected to drive the flivver—in fact, he was forced to drive it. When they had about finished their breakfast, Hassayamp appeared, yawning.
“You gents sure are industrious critters,” he observed casually. “Which way you headin’ for?”
“West,” said Tompkins promptly. “We shall impersiflate the great and boundless expanses of the arid lands beneath the setting sun.”
“That’s good.” Hassayamp bent a significant eye on Sagebrush. “It’s right healthy out in the flat country. I got to go east my own self today. Well, so long, and good luck to you, Puffesser! Hope you find lots of bugs.”
“Travelin’ with me,” said Sagebrush, “the Perfesser wont find nothing else.”
“I believe it,” returned Hassayamp acidly. “I sure believe it.”
“Meanin’ what?” demanded Sagebrush, one hand slipping toward his waistband.