human
Good car you have,
gpt
Pretty good, he admitted.
human
Know anything about cars?
gpt
Enough to run a flivver,
human
Interesting neighborhood around here,
gpt
Oh, fair,
human
Not many strangers,
gpt
A sprinklin', but nobody wants them,
human
Exclusive community. What do you do with strangers?
gpt
Leave 'em alone. There's a colony further up. Summer people, most from cities, come every year.
human
Same ones all the time?
gpt
Sure. Fellow who owns the land won't let 'em bring outsiders, the boy explained taking a chair.
human
Enjoy your dinner?
gpt
Fine. Ever have any southern people--
human
Few,
gpt
Chap I know and his nephew came around here for the fishing. He liked the place. Perhaps you know him.
human
How long has he been coming?
gpt
I understand last fall was the first time, come to think of it.
human
Nobody was here last fall, Jim declared positively.
gpt
What sort of chap is he, about your size?
human
No, very slender fellow, dark skin and eyes, rather good looking.
gpt
Maybe it's those ginks,
human
Sounds like them,
gpt
Where they stopping?
human
They ain't, Jim grinned, then added,
gpt
They tried this neighborhood for a week, then went on into Canada. The station agent said their luggage was shipped to Toronto.
human
You don't say.
gpt
Chap like that wouldn't stay in so small a place,
human
No, I suppose not. Well, can I pay you--
gpt
Pay my brother, Jim answered, and strolled out of the house. In the soft earth he had no difficulty in trailing Corso's foot prints and a few minutes later saw the man and the boy crouched in the garden where they were completely hidden from the road.
human
Hello, he said softly.
gpt
I told those fellows that you two went to Toronto. Know where that is?
human
I do,
gpt
I let them ask me questions, then told them you stayed here a week. They are so disgusted with the place I don't think they'll hang around, but you better keep out of sight. I'm going to escort them off the island, but they don't know that.
human
Much in your debt we are, Sir, Corso said quietly.
gpt
We shall not forget, Sir. His eyes turned toward the road.
human
Bad men, Sir. Very, very bad men.
gpt
They don't look any too good, Jim admitted.
human
You stay here until one of us comes and tells you they are gone.
gpt
Get a move on, Dyke, he growled, and the smaller chap hastily took his place. Motioning to his step-brother to keep quiet, Jim stepped behind the huge maple, and when the car hacked into the road, he hopped onto the spare tires, caught the strap and threw his legs over, ducking his head so that if the men should either of them glance through the window, he would not be seem. The car raced off carrying the stow-a-way.
human
I told you those lads were in this part of the country, Burnam said shrilly when they had gone some distance from Stumble Inn.
gpt
I know just how to handle natives, and I got exactly the information we want.
human
Yes, but how the blazes do you expect to pick up the trail in Canada?
gpt
It'll be easier than in the United States,