“Well yourself,” says I, “and see how you like it.”
“I mean,” says he, “that if anybody in the world knows where George is,
the feller is Tod Nodder.”
“Maybe so, but what does that git _us_?”
“_If_ he knows where George is,” says Mark, “maybe we kin git
s-s-somethin’ out of him some way.”
“It’s worth t-tryin’,” says I.
“Anythin’s worth t-tryin’,” says he, “and everythin’s worth tryin’ when
you’re in the fix we’re in. For a spell we’ll leave Silas Doolittle Bugg
to run the mill. I guess he kin l-look after the manufacturin’ end with
what help we kin give, and put all our time on f-findin’ George. We know
Wiggamore’s l-lookin’ for him, and Wiggamore’s got money to look with.
He kin hire men to do his lookin’. All we got is us and what b-brains we
got.”
“Admittin’ we got any,” says I.
It was evening when we got home, but we got hold of Binney and Tallow
and told them what had happened and how we was going to get all the
freight-cars we needed; and we planned how we would meet next morning
early, and two of us would keep watch on Miss Piggins’s house and the
other two would lay for Tod Nodder. Mark and I were going after Nodder.
That left it so that if anything happened one of each couple could stay
to watch while the other went for help or to do any following that was
necessary. Mark said it would be a pretty good idea to keep an eye on
Wiggamore or any men that he had hanging around town.
That’s the way it turned out. Binney stayed to watch Miss Piggins.
Tallow went mogging after a strange man with fancy clothes that let on
he was a detective and was working for Wiggamore, and Mark and I went to
hunt up Tod Nodder.
You could ’most always tell where to find Tod. It was the place where
nobody would be like to come along and offer him a job. Tod was the kind
that always complained about not having work, and then took mighty good
care to hide somewheres where work couldn’t find him. Lazy! Whoo! Why,
he was so lazy when he fished he did it with a night line, and then he
hated to pull it in to take off the fish!
We stopped at the mill a minute, and Silas Doolittle come up to us, all
excited.
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