I will tell
you after we get to bed and there is no one about to overhear us.
There is a rascally plot on foot."
"A plot?"
"Yes. I know very little about it, but I know enough to warn me
that you and I will have to keep our eyes open or else we shall
find ourselves in serious difficulties before we realize it."
"Is that so? Tell me who the plotters are, and I'll turn January
loose on them," explained Teddy. "Do you think they are the
fellows who stole my egg?"
"I don't know. Where is Mr. Sparling?"
"I haven't seen him since I ran into him and bowled him over off
on the lot."
Phil laughed.
"As I have said many times before, you are hopeless, Teddy.
I must go now. If you see Mr. Sparling, please let me know,
but say nothing to anyone about what I have just told you."
"I won't."
Phil walked back to the point on the deck where he had first
stopped to look over the rail, and, drawing up a stool sat down.
He began studying the faces of the belated performers who came
straggling down to the dock, singly and in pairs. None seemed
to be in a hurry; not a face appeared to reflect any excitement.
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