“I don’t der-der-doubt that a ber-ber-bit,” agreed Ding-dong. “So after that they let you go?”
“Yes, and told me never to come near there again, and not to do any talking if I valued my life. Of course that was just a bluff, but I made out to be scared to death by it.”
“The wisest thing to do,” agreed Ding-dong, and then he began to speak earnestly and rapidly.
“Say, Pepper,” he said, losing as he often did in moments of stress his impediment of speech, “are you game to help me out on a big enterprise?”
“What do you mean?” asked the other.
“Just this. Your motorcycle will carry two, won’t it?”
“Yes, I’ve got an extension seat behind. I take my brother out on it once in a while.”
“Will you ride me out to that ranch house while I reconnoiter?”
“When?”
“To-night.”