Hugh did not push his point. He knew when he was beaten.
“I’ve been millin’ over an idea that might work out,” he said.
“What is it?”
“I haven’t got it quite worked out yet. In an hour or two maybe I’ll unload it from my mind.”
As soon as Browning had left them he sketched his plan to Scot.
Colonel McClintock’s eyes began to shine. “Ought to work out fine, if the valley lies as you say. Let’s go right to it to-night.”
“To-night suits me,” said Hugh. “But we’ll have to hustle the arrangements.”
They spent a busy day.