“You had better wait here about an hour, Dollinger,” he spoke to the man who attended to the rough work of the party.
“All right, sir.”
“Banks may come along. If he does, fetch him on to Fairfield.”
“What’s that!” said Dave with sharp interest to Dollinger. “Is the party going to Fairfield?”
“Yes, that’s next on the route, I understand,” answered Dollinger.
“Say,” broke in Dave eagerly, “I don’t suppose you could crowd me into your machine and take me that far?”
“Why not?” quizzed Dollinger, good naturedly.
“I’ll help you double work, if you could,” persisted Dave.
“That’s where you’re headed for, is it?”
“Yes, sir.”