"Very," said Earl, laconically, and then, as the train began to move again he motioned to Randy, and the two started back for their seat in the last car.
"What do you think? " questioned Randy, when they were seated.
"I don't know what to think. It's mighty queer the pair should leave Basco in such a hurry."
"We left in a hurry. But we had a good reason."
"And they may have—a reason most folks don't look for."
"Do you think they left on account of some crooked work?" cried Randy.
"That would probably be Jasper Guardley's reason for getting away. But it's not our affair, and we have enough other matters to think of," concluded Earl, after a pause. "When we get to New York we'll be like stray cattle in a hundred-acre lot. We must look out not to get lost, and above all things not to lose our money."
"And engage the cheapest and quickest passage to San Francisco," said Randy. "Let us look over those folders before it gets too late. It's too dark to see much outside."
The lamps were lighted in the car, and they lost no further time in digesting the contents of the folders of the railroad companies and pouring over the maps of the various routes to the Golden Gate.
"One looks about as good as another on paper,"