“She’s a nice girl,” said Harry emphatically.
“So she is. I’m with you there. But about your question—I asked her if she had seen anything of two chaps about your size, and she told me enough to show me I was on your track. She told me which way you went, and I follered. She was a little shy at first, not knowin’ but I might be an enemy of yours, but when she’d made up her mind to the contrary she up and told me everything. Well, I struck your trail, and here I am.”
“I for one am delighted to see you, Obed,” said Harry cordially.
“And I for two,” added Jack, smiling.
Mr. Stackpole seemed gratified by the pleasure evinced by the boys.
“Well,” he said, “we’re together once more, and now we must hold a council of war, and decide what’s to be done.”
“With him?” asked Jack, pointing to the tramp.
“With him first of all; I take it you don’t want me to invite him to join our party?”
“His room is better than his company,” said Harry.
“I agree with you. According to my idea, we may as well leave him where he lies.”