“In a car?”
“Ye-re. An’ I put de sign up fer ter sidetrack ’em.”
“You did?”
In the glare of the glowing fire Roy looked straight at Tom. “How will that—what good—” he began; then paused and continued to look curiously at him with the same concentrated gaze with which he would have studied a trail by night. But that was not for long. A light came into his eyes. Hurriedly he took out his watch and looked at it.
“Nine o’clock,” he said, thoughtfully; “they must have started back.”
He rose, all the disgust gone from his face, and slapped Tom on the shoulder.
“Ain’t he a rich guy?” explained Tom.
“Never mind that,” said Roy. “I’m glad you told me—I’m going to show you something as sure as you’re a foot high! You and I are going to have the time of our lives to-night, and don’t you forget it!”