But I didn't
take much stock in it--or if I did--" He lifted his shoulders
expressively.
"So," he went on, after a minute of bitter thinking, "I want you
to keep out of this. You know how your mother would feel--You
don't want to get foolish. You can keep an eye on them--to-night
especially. I've an idea they're waiting for dark; and if I knew
why, I'd be a lot to the good. And if I knew why old Baumberger
took your father off so suddenly, why--I'd be wiser than I am
now." He lifted his hat, brushed the moisture from his forehead,
and gave a grunt of disapproval when his eyes rested on Jack.
"What yuh loaded down like that for?" he demanded. "You fellows
better put those guns in cold storage. I'm like Baumberger in
one respect--we don't want any violence!" He grinned without any
feeling of mirth.
"Something else is liable to be put in cold storage first," Wally
hinted, significantly. "I must say I like this standing around
and looking dangerous, without making a pass! I wish something
would break loose somewhere.
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