"Aw, what's the use?" grumbled Paul. "_They_ don't care _where_ we go!" He pointed at Billy snug in bed, while Dave nodded the sleeper's approval of whatever course might be taken on the morrow. "They don't care, I say." "Well, what do you say, Paul?" Phil regarded the boy quizzically. "Have you ever seen the Falls?" "No, nor I don't care if I _never_ see 'em. Nothing but a roar of water and a cloud of wet spray if you go near 'em below." Paul's grammar was humorously absurd at times. "How do you know, if you've never been there?" "Haven't I read and heard about 'em ever since I was knee high to a duck?" "Well then, let's vote. You wake Billy up." While Paul was shaking and struggling with Worth, now angry over being thus disturbed, Phil gently tweaked Dave's nose until he staggered to his feet, making half-blind passes at his disturber as he mumbled: "G'way, you! I--I'll punch your head, you--you--you--" And that was as far as he ever got. "We're voting to know if we go to the Falls or keep straight on," urged Phil loudly. "What is it to be?" Paul just then relinquishing his clutch on Billy's nightshirt, the latter flopped back on his pillow, jerked the quilt over his head and was buried to the outer world. Phil pinched Dave's ear until the nodding one hauled back and struck out feebly, hitting nothing and throwing himself back into the big chair's embracing arms. This being the dumb reply of both, Phil grinned at Paul as he half whispered: "What do you vote, Paul? Is it straight on, leaving the Falls for another time?" "Bet your life--that's me! Say, Phil, I'll tell you what I'd really like to do." As he said this Paul drew from his pocket a crumpled, soiled bit of paper. "Here's something I got hold of at Griffin." "Right here's where we turn off to the right, according to this paper. Got it from Fobes. The Chief said he took it from Coster, who was tearing mad because Fobes got it away from him. Somewhere beyond here--don't say where--there's a one-horse tavern--old place, pretty well off the main track. But it's mighty nigh one of the main railroad lines." While Paul was talking Phil was examining the paper, growing more interested as he went on. Now he looked up, saying: "It looks like a queer game. It may be worth a gambling chance." "Think of the boodle! That express car was looted near there some years ago. Another tramp was riding the brake beams and saw the robbers make off in the nearby woods with their boodle. Papers were full of the amount taken." Paul smacked his lips as if he tasted in anticipation what the money would do. "Then this tramp jumped off and followed them. See? It says so here." Paul pointed to a paragraph in the ragged clipping. Phil, having already deciphered this, was reading further. Then he said: "That tramp was blind in one eye. Do you reckon he could tell and mark what those robbers did with their boodle?"