“So that’s Billy Ashe, is it?” remarked Dave Brandon.
“HOW DO YOU DO?”
“Say, Thunderbolt,” broke in Tom Clifton, eagerly, “do you know Jed Warren?”
“Sure I know him. Why for you ask?”
“Because we’re going to try to find him. You see”—Tom’s hand made a sweep so wide as to include the entire crowd of lads—“we’re great friends of his. Came a mighty long distance to see him, too, only to discover that——”
“Well, well—what does all this mean?”
A voice which showed the possessor to enjoy unusual lung power brought Tom Clifton’s sentence to a sudden close.
The man who wore the uniform of the Northwest Mounted was surveying the boys with unfeigned astonishment. His expression of wonderment seemed to increase each instant, as his eyes traveled from one to another.
“How do you do, Mr. Policeman?” greeted Larry, pleasantly.