“We’ll explore a bit, while Norman visits the Colonel.”
“And if you hear loud calls for help, lend me a hand,” remarked Norman, with a faint smile. “The Colonel is a man of a more certain than uncertain temper, and, like the Colonel, it rises rapidly and eclipses all competitors. Well, boys, wish me luck.”
“You bet we do!” cried Jack. “Don’t let him worry you.”
“Keep your fists flying, first, last and all the time. Yes—we’ll be along here somewhere,” added Joe. “Don’t hurry, and do your best.”
“Wonder what the row was about,” murmured Aleck, as the slender figure of the former tutor went along the road.
“Ask me an easy one,” said Joe. “Norman doesn’t seem to want to talk about it much, does he? But he’s all right; I’d bet on that. Maybe the silly millionaire youngster——”
“Oh, give the poor thing a chance,” said Jack.
“How are we going to meet him, anyway?” asked Aleck. “It would look kind o’ funny for the whole bunch to go up to the front door——”
“Wait till Norman gets back,” advised Bob.
“But suppose the Colonel won’t listen, and fires him out—what then?”