Ritter and the others glanced at one another sideways.
"Pretty dusty," Don said promptly.
"That's how I found it. How far did you go?"
"About a mile past Christie's Brook."
"Who was the star cook?"
"We didn't cook anything today."
"Cooking ought to be a part of every hike," the Scoutmaster said pleasantly. He felt his tires. "I guess I've worked up an appetite for supper. I'm going back. Want to ride in with me, Don?"
The patrol leader of the Wolves hesitated. Did Mr. Wall suspect something and intend to question him?
"I—I guess I'll stick with the fellows," he said.
Mr. Wall called a good-by and rode off. A few minutes later his retreating figure was outlined against a patch of bronze evening sky.