“Come on where?”
Thus put to it, Dick found himself in somewhat of a predicament. The question required an answer.
“Why—why—well—” he began. “You see, Sandy—”
“It’s a contest,” Sandy reminded him scornfully. “All you have to do is to outwit the other fellow. You like it. Now tell me, please, what is your guess?”
Dick flushed, but contrived to keep his temper.
“I haven’t quite decided yet. There are two courses open to us. We can stay here and keep an eye on Burnnel and Emery, or go back to meet Corporal Rand.”
In such a mood, Sandy got a good deal of enjoyment in tantalizing his friend.
“All right. I’m waiting. Why don’t you guess?”
Dick looked about him in desperation. Then gradually out of his perplexity there sprang a solution to his difficulty. It came like the sudden glimmer of inspiration.
“We’ll have to do both,” he stated positively.