“They started north, but may be going west or south by this time.”
They continued to discuss the strange incident during the meal. The thought that suspicious characters might be in the neighborhood did not disturb their appetites, however, and when at last they arose from their improvised lunch table, not a vestige of food remained.
Fleet, as usual, had carried on the brunt of the eating, and he grunted uncomfortably as he arose and signified his intention of going to bed.
“Don’t go to bed on a full stomach,” advised Chot.
“I’m not; I’m going to bed on my back.”
“Oh, pshaw! I cracked that one myself,” said Pod.
“No; not that one.”
“Well, one just like it.”
“I didn’t hear it,” said Fleet.
“Yes, you did hear it, and you’ve got to stop telling my jokes and palming them off for new ones.”