“If he’s taking the man to the lock-up I know some more that he ought not to forget,” said George soberly.
“So do I,” spoke up Fred, “and some of them aren’t more than a thousand miles from here either.”
However, after the departure of Mr. Sanders in the car, the boys became more thoughtful. They had not received any word to remain where they were, but George decided that it would not be wise for them to depart until they had received some further instructions. Doubtless, he explained, his father would return for them in a little while.
Another hour had elapsed before Mr. Sanders came back. As soon as he was discovered approaching, all the Go Ahead boys ran quickly across the field and when they were informed, in response to their inquiries, that Mr. Sanders was ready to take them home they all quickly climbed into the automobile.
“What did you do with the tramp?” inquired George as soon as the car started.
“I took him to the railroad station.”
“Is he going to leave?”
“He says he is.”
“You seemed to have had a mighty interesting conversation. Did he tell you all the sad, sweet story of his life?”
“I knew much of it.”