“To give us a chance to see Mr. Brent about it.”
“I got me contract, an’——”
“I know,” said Dick soothingly. “That’s all right. You’ve got a perfect right to come in here and do whatever you’ve got to do, but it’s going to put us in an awful mess. Give us time to find Mr. Brent and see what he says about it, won’t you?”
“How long will it take?”
“Not long. Say fifteen minutes. He’s probably here in town. I’ll ask his son. He’s over there in the stand.” Dick wasn’t at all certain that Morris had arrived, but he risked it. The contractor hesitated and finally nodded surlily.
“All right. I’ll give you till three o’clock. Then I’m goin’ in here, an’ if anyone tries to stop me——”
“I understand. Thank you. Tim, pass the gentleman inside until we settle this.”
“I’ll wait here,” said the contractor grimly.
Dick hurried across to the stand and searched for Morris. Presently he found him, with Louise at his side, halfway up the slope.
“Is your father in town, Morris?” he asked anxiously after he had greeted Louise.