"I don’t know," returned Ross in a general denial of knowledge of all Sandy had said.
"I wonder about that young feller now," pursued Sandy affably.
"So do I!" thought Ross. He said nothing.
"I wonder how he come t’ drop out of nowhere with money enough t’ grub-stake the two of ’em fer six months–and then have nothin’ further t’ draw on!"
Sandy, walking now shoulder to shoulder with Ross, looked at him keenly.
"Don’t know anything about it," returned Ross shortly, but he could not rid himself of the insinuation in Sandy’s words.
When he returned that night to Meadow Creek, Ross was disappointed at finding Wilson awaiting him as well as Leslie. He had hoped that Leslie would come for the papers alone and would continue the conversation of his previous visit.
In a loud and jovial voice Wilson informed Doc that his pard had started out in good shape that morning to go over to Camp and had then backed out.
"Must have got clean over here," Wilson added.
Leslie gathered up the newspapers which Ross had brought and fitted them together without meeting Ross’s eyes. "I found I was too tired to go on," was all the explanation he made. "I slept pretty much all day and am going to turn in early to-night."