“Then we’ll count on you, Lafe,” concluded President Elder.
“Much obliged,” was Lafe’s answer, but it lacked a good deal of being enthusiastic.
As soon as Mr. Elder’s buggy disappeared in the darkness, Lafe wheeled toward Bud.
“You did that on purpose, Bud Wilson, just to get me in a box.”
“You jump out, and let me in,” was Bud’s sober rejoinder.
[CHAPTER IV]
A MIDNIGHT LUNCH.
“When you see me doing that, just tell me,” retorted Lafe, with another sneer.
“All right,” answered Bud, “I will.”