“I’ve had enough of bogs,” said Obed, shrugging his shoulders. “Seems to me you haven’t got much besides bogs out in Australy.”
So Linton went off by himself. After he was fairly out of the way, Obed said, turning to the two boys, “Did you think I wanted to go off with Linton?”
“I supposed so, as you made the proposal.”
“I only wanted to find out if he wanted me or not. I have my suspicions.”
“What kind of suspicions?”
Harry was the speaker, as usual, for Jack never took the lead when Harry was present.
“Fletcher and Linton are too thick together to suit me,” answered the Yankee. “Looks as if they was in league together.”
“Do you think they have arranged a meeting?”
“That’s just what I do think.”
“But they have gone in different directions,” objected Jack.