He spoke a few words quietly to the Scout Master and then went back to his car. Peanut and Art kicked off their shoes again, and lay down with the rest, to sleep. But they were too excited to sleep. They lay side by side and conversed in whispers of the night’s excitement, while the Scout Master and Rob were also whispering. Once they heard Rob say, “But it was the only way to save the property, and if I’d waked you all up, what good would it have done? We couldn’t get to the Profile on foot till long after the trouble was over. I just had to trust ’em. It seemed to me a job Scouts ought to tackle, even if it was dangerous.”
“I guess you’re right,” they heard Mr. Rogers answer. “But I hope the next time we can all be in on the adventure. I don’t like to have my party split up when there’s danger.”
“Good old Mr. Rogers!” whispered Peanut. “Guess we gave him a scare.”
“There’s one thing we forgot,” said Art, suddenly. “They said they had a pal—Jim, wasn’t it?—employed in the Profile stables. We ought to tip off the Profile House first thing in the morning.”
“Well, you can’t remember everything, when you’re chasing burglars,” said Peanut, as he rubbed his dust-filled eyes.
CHAPTER VII
Over the Lafayette Ridge, with a Dinner Party at the End
The two adventurers must have dropped off to sleep toward daylight, for they were both conscious of being shaken and told to get up.
Peanut rubbed his eyes. “Gee, I dreamed one of those burglars had grabbed me and was dragging me into Lost River,” he said.
“I suppose if I’d slapped your face you’d have dreamed of Alice Green,” Lou laughed. “Come on, get up and wash yourself. Golly, but you’re dirty!”