“Oh, I am not,” answered Lester, with more earnestness than the circumstances seemed to warrant. “I have a pass.”
“I know it, for I was in the superintendent’s marquee when it was given to you,” said the captain. “But I must say that you look rather queer for an innocent boy. Seen anything of Enoch Williams?”
“No, I haven’t,” replied Lester, who now began to prick up his ears. “Is he out?”
The captain laughed and said he was.
“Has he got a pass?”
“Of course not. If he had we wouldn’t be looking for him, would we? He followed Egan’s example and Gordon’s, and ran the guard in broad daylight. We’ve traced him to the village, and we’re going to catch him if we have to stay here for a week. The boy who was on post at the time Enoch went out said he ran like the wind, and if I can get Don after him, I expect to see a race worth looking at. My men are scattered all over the village, and if you see Enoch I wish you would post some of them.”
“I will,” answered Lester.
“He won’t,” said Don, as he and the captain moved on.
“I know that very well,” returned Mack. “Brigham is up to something himself, or else his face belies him.”