“And we’ll move out to the farm right after dinner Wednesday,” Captain Brice said.
As soon as they had eaten supper they went to Captain Jim’s room to talk over the final arrangements.
“Now it won’t do for us to go to Jackman,” the captain began as soon as they were seated. “I don’t trust the fellow who runs the camp where you boys put up. I haven’t anything on him but he’s been more or less under suspicion for some time and he knows me. The presence of so many of us in the small town would be sure to make talk and it’s almost sure that they would get wind of it one way or another.”
“What will we do then?” Bob asked.
“My plan is to go in the car up to within about five or six miles of the town and then hide the cars. We’ll go in two cars as we’ll be less apt to attract attention that way. Then we can strike off through the woods from there. How does it strike you?”
“Fine,” Bob replied.
“All right, then, we’ll leave it that way.”
“Are the woods pretty thick near that field, Bob?”
“They sure are. I don’t think I ever saw it any thicker a bit back.”
“That’s fine. We can make camp back in the woods and take turns watching from that place you spoke of between the rocks. Of course we’ll have to take a chance on them discovering us.”