They must have dropped in on some town
that we should have made, and I am worried."
Teddy pulled up a window shade and studied the landscape for
several minutes.
"Curious, isn't it?" he mumbled.
"Yes."
"I might make a guess where they went, Phil."
"You might guess?"
"That's what I said."
"Where do you think they have gone?"
"If I were to make a long-range guess, I should say that perhaps
the cars of the opposition were sidetracked at Owls' Valley."
"Where is that? I never heard of the place."
"That, my dear sir, is the deserted village. Lonesome Town, they
ought to call it."
"Where is it?"
"About twenty miles from the last stand; and, if they are there,
they will be likely to stay there for sometime to come."
Phil had wheeled about, studying his companion keenly.
"You seem to know a great deal about the movements of the enemy.
How does it happen that you are so well posted, Teddy Tucker?"
"I was hanging around the station when they gave the order to
have their cars dropped off there," answered Teddy, avoiding the
keen gaze of his companion and superior.
"Did you know the place was deserted?"
Teddy nodded.
"Did _they?_"
Teddy shook his head.
"How did they happen to order their cars dropped off there?"
"I--I guess somebody must have told them that--I guess maybe they
thought we were going there.
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