“Where you go, Dick, in so big hurry?” the young Indian asked.
Previously, when he had made his plans, Dick had decided to play a lone hand, but now it would be a little awkward getting rid of Toma. Well it would do no harm in taking him along. Toma was close-mouthed and dependable. He might prove to be of valuable assistance in an emergency.
“I’m going down to see those two Indians,” Dick informed him. “Care to come along?”
“Yes,” grunted his chum.
Dick took him by the arm. “Come along then,” he said.
Together they hurried along the foot trail in the direction of the river. Passing the warehouse, a voice called out lustily.
“Hey there!”
It was Sandy. Dick and Toma paused while the third member of the trio shambled up.
“Where are you fellows going?” Sandy inquired suspiciously.
Dick gave up. He could see how impossible it was now to keep anything from two friends like these. Then and there he confessed.