"Whereabouts, then?"
"By Wissick Creek, at what the fellows call the Deep Hole."
The stranger snorted triumphantly.
"Why did you go there to sleep?" asked Doctor Emery.
"Why, sir, I—I was out walking and—and I laid down and got sleepy. So I just went to sleep."
He knew that it sounded awfully silly and unconvincing. Evidently the Doctor thought so too, for he smiled gently and regretfully.
"Don't you think that's rather a strange tale to tell, Porter?"
"It's the truth, sir."
"It's a tarnation lie, that's what it is," said the stranger vindictively. Roy turned hotly.
"It isn't a lie," he cried. "And I don't know what business it is of yours, anyhow!"