You used to be a pretty fair pitcher, and I believe you can drop a stone where you want." "And what will you be doing ?" asked Harry curiously.
"Oh, I'll be keeping out of harm's way, I promise you," laughed Tom Reade.
"Humph! Yes, it would be like you to put me into danger and to leave yourself out of it, wouldn't it ?" mocked Harry Hazelton, unbelievingly.
"Well, I'll try to make good use of my time, Harry, old fellow.
For one thing, if you haunt camp and keep Gage's crowd busy, then you'll keep them from following or watching me.

Don't you see ?" "No; I don't see," grunted Hazelton.

"But what I do suspect is that you have something up your sleeve that I may not find out for two or three days to come.

Yet, whatever it is, it will be for our mutual good.

I can depend upon you, Tom Reade! Go ahead; go as far as you like." "Get the stones gathered up, then, and get back to camp," counseled Reade.