“And let you go all the way back alone; no, sir!” declared Dick, emphatically.
“I have another suggestion,” spoke up Tom. “Let one stay here with Cranny, the other ride off with Bob. We can settle it by drawing lots.”
This compromise was instantly agreed upon and carried out. It proved to be an interesting moment—quite a breathless one, in fact, when each held in his hand the slip of paper that was to decide his fate.
Eagerly they were scanned.
“Ah,” murmured Dick.
“Ready, Tom?” said Bob. “It’s time to saddle up.”
The tall Rambler nodded.
“Don’t forget to keep an eye on Jimmy Raymond, fellows!” he counseled.
“Goin’ to do some detective work, Tom?” Cranny inquired with twinkling eyes.
“Maybe,” answered Tom in mysterious tones.