This, with bread and butter, satisfied the hunger of their guests.
In the meantime the constable described how he and his friend had followed the game for some five miles or more.
"It's my opinion that the scoundrel won't come back here at all," declared the officer.
"We have been afraid that he would, by night, or later," admitted Dick Prescott.
"No!" retorted the constable with emphasis.

"That rascal would figure that I would be lying in wait here for him.

So he'll give the spot a wide berth.

He doesn't want to be arrested." "You'll be welcome to use the cook shack, if you want to wait there for him," volunteered Dick.
"Not a bit of use, my boy.

I'd only be wasting my time.