“Is he a scout?”
“Is he? He’s about eighteen scouts; he’s the scream of the party. You won’t see Madden; that chap’s a false alarm anyway. I’m half sorry you didn’t slap his wrist while you had the chance.”
“He’s got them all hypnotized, just the same,” laughed Wilfred.
“They’ll come out of it.”
“Didn’t any of them want to come in the flivver?” Wilfred asked.
Here was his sensitiveness that was always cropping out. He was afraid they had eschewed this preferable way of travel because they did not want to go in his company.
“No, they go all kinds of ways. Some of them hike part way, some of them go by boat, some of them go by train. Wig Weigand wanted to go along with us but I told him no. I want to have a chance to talk things over with you, Billy; two’s a company, huh?”
“He knew I was going?” Wilfred asked.
“Sure, he did; that’s why he wanted to go along.”
“That’s the fellow that wears a book-strap for a belt?”