“I see. Did he get what he wanted here?”
The man chuckled. “Yes, but he said I wasn’t to tell you what it was because it was a sort of a surprise to you boys.”
“Oh, he did, eh?” muttered Chub wrathfully as they went out. “He thinks he’s mighty smart, doesn’t he? Let’s see that note again.”
“You put it in your pocket,” said Roy.
“Oh, yes, here it is:
Dear Friends: A red sweater shows up great against the snow. Sorry I can’t wait for you. Dick.
“It’s all your fault. You might have known that he could see that sweater a mile off.”
“I didn’t think he looked around once,” answered Roy meekly.
“Nor did I. But he did. He knew all the time we were following him. He makes me tired. Let’s go home.”
“What’s the use? Now we’re here let’s bum around a while. It’s only half-past nine.”