“I’m all for it,” Mike asserted.
“Sandy?”
Sandy nodded. “The sooner the better for me.”
Mr. Cook laughed. “Okay, Joe. You win. I’ll get the guns and you do the rest.”
“Yes, sir!” Joe grinned as he vaulted down the steps. “I’ll go see about the boats.” The next instant he was gone and running down the path toward the river.
Mr. Cook watched him go and turned to the boys with a puzzled expression. “Did you get the feeling there was something odd about all that?” he asked.
“I sure did,” Sandy said emphatically. “It started when I began talking about Mormon Crossing.”
Mr. Cook nodded in agreement and led the way into their cabin. “Let’s take the guns a mile or two upstream and chew this thing over while we’re walking. Frankly,” he concluded with a frown, “I don’t think I like it much.”
CHAPTER FIVE
Sighting In
After half an hour of speculation, neither Sandy, Mike nor Mr. Cook could come up with a reasonable explanation for Joe’s strange behavior. But, as Mr. Cook said, that wasn’t too surprising. “We don’t have too much to go on,” he pointed out.