“At any rate, we have reliable evidence that your friend was last seen near the international boundary line. The next piece of information which came to us is the declaration of a border patrol who says Warren told him he was disgusted with the job.”
“I can’t believe Jed Warren is a deserter!” fairly exploded Tom Clifton. His eyes were flashing. “It’s all ridiculous!”
“Don’t get excited, Tom,” counseled Larry Burnham.
“Why do you think for an instant he’d have asked us to come out here if he intended to desert?”
“Perhaps you will give us your views on the subject,” said Sergeant Erskine, with a quizzical light in his eye.
“Do, Tom; let’s have ’em,” drawled Larry.
“All I’ve got to say is this,” declared Tom, hotly: “that no one could ever get me to believe Jed Warren is that sort of a chap—no sir!”
“You wrong, then,” interrupted Teddy Banes. “Bah! You know nothings.”
The tall lad turned upon him wrathfully.
“And what do you know?” he demanded.