"I"m not very likely to borrow them of you again, except when you"re awake," said Fetcher with a short laugh. "Do you always wake up so easy?" he asked, in some curiosity.
"Always. I sleep mighty sound, but the least touch wakes me up."
"I shall remember that," thought Fletcher. "This Yankee is rather a dangerous man to tackle. I won"t attempt it again unless I have the decided advantage."
"I hope you"ll excuse me, Mr. Stackpole," he said aloud in a smooth tone. "I used to travel with a friend--a great chum of mine--and we never stood on ceremony with each other. I ought to have remembered that you and I are comparatively new acquaintances."
"Perhaps it will be best," said Obed dryly. "You see when I wake up I don"t always have my wits about me, and I might cut up rough before I had time to think."
"Oh, no apologies, I beg," said Fletcher, waving his hand.
"Who"s apologizin"?" demanded Obed, in surprise.
"Never mind, it"s all right! I thought you were apologizing for seizing me by the throat. As you say, you waked up suddenly, and didn"t have your wits about you."
"Well, I know!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Obed half to himself. "I didn"t think of that way of puttin" it. You"re a cute fellow, Fletcher."
"Thank you, Mr. Stackpole. Now I will have my smoke;" and Fletcher, though he did not care for it, by way of removing any lingering suspicion, lit his pipe and puffed away with apparent pleasure.
CHAPTER VII.
PARTING COMPANY.
"I mistrust that man Fletcher," said Obed to Harry Vane the next day, taking the opportunity when, at one of their rests, the man referred to had sauntered into the woods.
"I don"t like him myself," said Harry. "Have you any particular reason for mistrusting him?"
"He was searchin" my pockets last night when he thought I was asleep,"
answered Obed, and he related the incident of the night before.
"It looks suspicious," said Harry. "I have not much money, but I don"t care to lose what I have."
"I should like to shake him, but I don"t see how we can very well. He"s a reg"lar member of the party."
"We can be on our guard at any rate," said Harry. "I"ll tell Jack, and advise him to be careful also."
At this point d.i.c.k Fletcher returned. He looked suspiciously from one to the other, under the impression that something had been said about him.
He asked no questions, however, and no information was volunteered. He could not but observe, however, that there was more or less restraint in the manner of his companions toward him, and that they were not disposed to be social.
That day they made nine miles, the road being slightly better than the day before. About five o"clock they reached a rude wayside inn, over the door of which was a swinging sign, on which was printed:
TRAVELLERS" REST.
"We might as well stop here, instead of camping out," said Fletcher.
"I"m agreeable," said Obed, "if the tax isn"t too high."
"Oh, Linton is moderate in his charges," said Fletcher. "I"ve known him a good while. He"s a good fellow."
This was not a very valuable recommendation in the opinion of Obed and the two boys, but they had no objection to becoming guests of the establishment.
It was a rude building, and the accommodations were very limited. In fact, there were but two sleeping rooms. One of these Fletcher occupied, and the other was given up to the other members of the party, there being two beds.
"I"d rather bunk in with you, if you don"t mind," said Stackpole to Harry. "I don"t feel easy in the same room with Fletcher."
"We shall be very glad of your company, Mr. Stackpole."
"If I snore, just come and turn me over. I don"t want to disturb n.o.body."
"I think Jack and I will be too sound asleep to be disturbed by your snoring," said Harry with a laugh. "However, if there is any occasion, I will follow your directions."
The landlord was a broad-shouldered man of moderate stature, who had lost the sight of one eye. The other, being covered with a green shade, gave him an ill look. His manner, however, was hearty, and showed a bluff, off-hand cordiality, as he welcomed the party to the hospitalities of the Travellers" Rest. He was familiarly called "Larry,"
by Fletcher, who greeted him like an old comrade.
The supper consisted in part of their own supplies, with some small additions from the larder of the inn. It was, at any rate, an improvement upon their camp fare, and the boys enjoyed it.
After supper they sat down on a settle in front of the inn, but presently Fletcher strayed away into the woods at the back of the house.
Some fifteen minutes later Larry Linton also got up, but ostentatiously went in a different direction.
"I"m going a little ways to a squatter"s to speak about some vegetables," he said.
"If you don"t mind company, I"ll go along too," said Obed.
"Better not," answered Larry. "There"s a boggy spot which a stranger is likely to fall into."
"I"ve had enough of bogs," said Obed, shrugging his shoulders. "Seems to me you haven"t got much besides bogs out in Australy."
So Linton went off by himself. After he was fairly out of the way, Obed said, turning to the two boys. "Did you think I wanted to go off with Linton?"
"I supposed so, as you made the proposal."
"I only wanted to find out if he wanted me or not. I have my suspicions."
"What kind of suspicions?"
Harry was the speaker, as usual, for Jack never took the lead when Harry was present.
"Fletcher and Linton are too thick together to suit me," answered the Yankee. "Looks as if they was in league together."
"Do you think they have arranged a meeting?"
"That"s just what I do think."
"But they have gone in different directions," objected Jack.