It was fortunate that the provisions purchased by Buck and Rube were intact, they having been hidden in a separate place.
The clothes fitted all the boys very well indeed, but Rube, owing to what Alex called “his length of beam,” was forced to don a suit about a foot too large for him and a foot too short.
“These clothes are all right, only they don’t fit!” said Rube, looking down at his protruding legs. “They fit me too quick the long way, and they are about the size of an elephant the short way.”
“You shouldn’t notice it!” volunteered Alex. “If this thing keeps on, you’ll be short in your bank account.”
“How much is there left in that roll?” asked Clay.
“Now, don’t you worry about the roll wasting away,” replied Rube, “for there’s more where that came from.”
“Glad to know it—we may want to make another touch!” was Alex’s reply. “We’re pretty deep in that roll now, if anybody should ask you,” he added, with a wink at Jule.
“Now, see here,” Rube responded, “don’t you ever think I take any chance whatever in losing this money. You boys haven’t said a word to me about how you are hooked up! We’ve been too busy for that. But don’t you ever suspect that I don’t know. You haven’t mentioned any names, except Clay, Alex, Case and Jule, but I read all about you and the Rambler in a Chicago newspaper, and the minute you referred to the Rambler I had you located.”
“It seems that we are getting notorious,” suggested Clay. “We can’t make a move that some newspaper don’t record.”
“Lucky for you that it is so,” Rube continued.