"And of course Merwell and Jasniff had their sides of their stories to tell," said Dave. "You can be sure they didn't tell matters as Doctor Clay would have done."
"Or as we might have done—had we been asked," broke in Sam.
"Well, I hope you boys keep away from them when you get to school," said Laura.
"What do you suppose they are up to now, Dave?" asked the shipowner's son.
"I don't know, Phil; but from the look on Nat Poole's face I should think" And then Dave stopped short.
"What?"
"Well, never mind now. I may be wrong, and there is no use of worrying. Come on, let us get to the Falls,—and try to forget that crowd." And so speaking, Dave started up the touring car he was running, and followed in the direction Pete Barnaby had taken, and Roger came after him.
The meeting at the tavern had disturbed all of the girls, and the boys had hard work trying to cheer them up and make them forget the unpleasant encounter. Everybody felt that there was "something in the air," but each person hated to mention it to the others.
Presently Dave reached the point where they would have to take to a side road that was deep with dust and hemmed in on both sides by rocks
