t. And I count on your Uncle Dick's knowing
where it is, since they spoke of the farm being in the heart of the
oil section."

"Where do you suppose they're going now?" speculated Betty.

"Oh, I judge they want to see the sights, same as we do," replied Bob
carelessly. "Perhaps they count on fleecing some confiding Tippewa
citizen out of his hard-earned wealth. They can't do much in three
hours, though, and I think they're booked to go right on through to
Oklahoma. Of course I don't know how crooks work their schemes, but
it seems to me if you want to make money, honestly or dishonestly, in
oil, you go where oil is."

Betty Gordon was not given to long speeches, but when she did speak
it was usually to the point.

"I don't think they're going back to the train," she announced
quietly. "They're carrying their suitcases."

"Well, what do you know about that!" Bob addressed a telegraph pole.
"Here I am making wild guesses, and she takes one look at the men
themselves and tells their plans. Do I need glasses? I begin to think
I do."

"I don't guess their plans," protested Betty. "Anyway, perhaps they
were afraid to leave their bags in the car."

"No, it looks very much to me as though they had said farewell to the
Western Limited," said Bob. "They wouldn't carry those heavy cases a
mile unless they meant to leave for good. Let's keep an eye on them,
because if they are going to 'work' the Saunders place, I'd like to
see how they intend to go about it."

For some time the boy and girl tramped in silence, keeping Blosser
and Fluss in view. A large billboard, blown flat, was the first sign
that they were approaching Tippewa.

"I hope there is a soda fountain," said Betty thirstily. "The wind's
worse now we're out of the woods, isn't it? Do you suppose those
sharpers think they can get another train from here?"

"Tippewa doesn't look like a town with many trains," opined Bob. "I
confess I don't see what they expect to do, or where they can go.
Here comes an automobile, though. Can't be such an out-of-date town
after all."

The automobile was driven by a man in blue-striped overalls, and, to
the surprise of Bob and Betty, Blosser and Fluss hailed him from the
road. There was a minute's parley, the suitcases were tossed in, and
the two men followed. The automobile turned sharply and went back
along the route it had just come over.

CHAPTER V

BETWEEN TRAINS

Bob looked at Betty, and Betty stared at Bob