"That rascal is up to something, Bob," said Steve, with emphasis.
"He surely is."
"And I have an idea it has to do with us in some manner. I hope he doesn't mix in this affair. He will only get himself into trouble and make it harder for us. If you see him first, tell him so. If I see him I will give him a talking to. He is a faithful friend, old chap."
"He is. Reminds me of a dog I had once. The more you kicked him, the more he loved you, and he had sharp teeth, too. So has Brodsky. Say, you don't suppose he got into a mix-up on our account, do you?"
"He may have."
"But tell me about your experience to-day?"
Rush did so, his friend listening attentively until the story came to an end. Jarvis nodded reflectively.
"I guess it is the mines for us, as they say in Russia. What do you propose to do?"
"The same thing. I am going to keep at it until I get a job for us, if I have to tramp up and down the valley all the rest of the summer. It will take more than one Kalinski to make us change our plans, Bob. Are you with me?"