With a sigh, Dave started off.
“Good-bye, Benjamin,” he called, catching sight of the wondering colored lad. “I only hope this is ‘much ado about nothing,’ or——”
“It won’t be any ‘Tempest in a teapot’ when I get hold of Wyoming Tom,” said Victor, decidedly; “and don’t you forget it.”
“Dar am sartingly somethin’ queer ’bout dat dar bunch,” murmured Benjamin Rochester, shaking his head knowingly.
When the two arrived at the hotel the clerk told them that Tom had left no message.
“Of course the tall Indian didn’t!” exclaimed the smaller lad.
To his astonishment, Dave ambled slowly into the reception room and took a seat.
“I say, Brownie,” remarked Victor, “I’m going out to get some grub.”
“Hope you’ll enjoy it,” came an easy response.
“Why in thunder doesn’t he ask?” thought Victor. Then, aloud, he added: