Then for the first time Westy spoke. He said, “We promise not to tell anybody, if that’s what you mean. So you needn’t worry about that.”
“How about you, Kiddo?” Charlie Slausen asked.
“Oh, I promise,” I said.
“Well, then, let’s see if you’re as good at keeping your word as you are at tracking,” he said. “I thought you’d find me. Now it’s a go, is it? Not a word?”
“That’s what we told you,” I said. Gee whiz, I was so disgusted I could hardly speak to him.
“Climb out through that window,” he said.
Then for the first time I noticed that he had closed the big door.
“Go ahead,” he said; “I’ll come out after you.”
He was such a blamed peculiar kind of a fellow that we didn’t have any idea what he was up to. Whatever he did seemed to be kind of on the sly.
The window was on the side of the garage. After we had climbed through we started back up Willow Place. Pretty soon we saw a dark figure going across the street very quietly and we thought it must be him.