“We ought to reach the Gulf in three or four weeks, if we hurry!” Red observed, as he carved the ducks. “That is, if we hurry in the right way!”
“I thought it would take until spring,” Chet broke in. “I hoped so!”
Alex. regarded the two with a whimsical smile on his freckled face.
“How long will it be before you’ll both disappear?” he asked.
“Never again!” laughed Chet. “Say, boys, I did make a quick get-away a couple of times? What? I hated to go, but I just had to.”
“Yes, and you prevented Case and I making one at the house in the city,” Alex. said.
“It is all as simple as twice two,” Red observed, sitting back from the table. “The robbery at Rock Island was planned and carried out by Sam, the outlaw who assisted me in the capture of the Rambler. I knew that at the time I was with him—at the time I let him go—or when you boys did, rather.”
“But why didn’t you pinch him?” demanded Alex. “There’s a reward.”
“Because I hadn’t then discovered the goods which had been taken. He was going to take me to them, I being a possible purchaser!”
“Well, of all the nerve!” Jule cut in. “Just think of that, now!”