"And Janice riding right over there to school four days a week," suggested Marty.
"I never thought of that," muttered Nelson.
"'Most everybody takes the Courier here in Polktown. An', oh gee! there's dad's Ledger. She might get hold of that."
"If you can't stop that coming to the house you're no good," declared Nelson.
"Oh, I'll stop it. Dad'll have a fit though. He swears by the Ledger. But ma don't care for nothin' but the Fireside Favorite, and there won't be any Mexican news in that."
"We must be on the watch to keep every line of communication closed—to keep Janice ignorant of this at least until the facts are better known. Perhaps they will be disproved. I'll write to-night to Washington. And you get me the name of that friend of Mr. Broxton Day's down there on the Border who communicated with Janice once before when it looked as though your uncle was lost. Remember?"
"I'll tell Walky to-night. You find a chance to speak to your father and mother. Be sure Janice doesn't hear you."
"Some job!"
"Well, it's our job. Understand?" Nelson said earnestly.