Bart already had stepped out of the milk wagon to inspect them.
“Those weren’t made by a Forest Service truck,” he told the girls. “Their vehicles are lighter. Anyway, I don’t know what a forest truck would be doing here late at night. Seems sort of queer—”
“I thought so myself!” Judy said quickly.
“Let’s have a look-see,” Bart proposed. “Want to ride down the hill with me? If you do, hop in!”
Judy and Ardeth scrambled into the cab, taking care not to step on Pete who was asleep on the floor.
“Do you dare leave your milk route?” Ardeth asked the young driver.
“I’m ahead of schedule this morning,” Bart answered. “I can take a few minutes. This is my last week on the route anyway.”
“You’re taking another job?” Ardeth inquired politely.
By this time the milk truck had turned and was moving slowly down the narrow, rutty road.
“Not exactly,” Bart admitted. “I’ve saved enough money to see me through a year of college. I’m laying off because I want to do a little exploring before I start in at school this fall.”