No! In spite of everything he would choose the easiest way out.
And noting a peculiar grin on Tom Clifton’s face, whenever the tall lad glanced toward him, he often muttered: “I’ll fool ’em yet.”
A pleasant breeze sweeping for miles and miles over the vast expanse proved a great relief to the hot and perspiring boys. It enabled them to make better progress, too; for their mounts did not show the same traces of fatigue as before.
“I reckon, at this rate, we ought to reach Fool’s Castle late in the afternoon,” remarked Bob Somers.
“Yes,” affirmed the guide.
“And I’ll be uncommonly glad to see the place,” said Dave. “Can we go inside, Thunderbolt?”
“Sure thing. No door; no window,” answered the young Indian.
“I’ll bet Larry is just aching to make a tour of investigation,” grinned Tom.
“I’m simply hilarious about it,” snapped Larry. “I should think you chaps ought to fit pretty well in a castle of that name.”
“I’ll feel perfectly at home, anyway,” laughed Dave, gazing into Tom’s snapping eyes with a twinkle of amusement.