“No use to wait for me, Vic,” said Dave.
“Just as you say, Brandon. So-long!”
Once outside the room, however, Victor’s conscience smote him. He walked back and poked his head inside the doorway. “I’ll give him another chance,” he said to himself.
“Say, Brandon, what’s your program?”
“Time will tell, Vic,” responded the stout boy.
With a snort of disgust, Victor turned on his heel.
“This ought to teach the big Indian a jolly good lesson,” he muttered, fiercely. “After a while he’ll be singing a mighty different tune.”
When Victor Collins, refreshed by an ample repast, returned to the hotel he received his third surprise of the day.
CHAPTER VIII
TOM AT THE WHEEL
The moment the door had closed behind his friends Tom Clifton prepared to make good use of the time.