“But in this storm——?”
“Well, if those fellows dared venture out into the blizzard, I guess we can follow them; can’t we?” the older Speedwell demanded.
“Follow them!”
“Of course. I’m not going to lose the Follow Me if I can help it. And that box, too——”
“We don’t know what’s in it!” cried Billy.
“Whatever it was, it didn’t belong to them,” cried Dan, his eyes flashing with anger.
“Ask Dummy,” suggested Billy, as Dan bent over the other boy to cut his lashings. Dan did so. But all they got was a mumble which meant nothing, and many head shakes.
“Oh!” cried Dan, “I don’t believe he knows.”
“And yet he had charge of it?”
“Of the box?”