"Wait three or four days, and see whether it's guessing or one of the
fine fruits of logic," proposed Reade. "Incidentally, the Colthwaite
people will wonder why it didn't occur to them before to send one of
their gloom men to live at the Cactus. Fact is, I've been looking for
the chap for more than a fort-night."
CHAPTER XII
HOW THE TRAP WAS BAITED
It was the evening of the day after Harry, who had insisted on trudging
up and down the line all day, instead of using his horse, had a touch of
heat headache.
He was not in a serious condition, but he needed rest. He dropped into
one of the chairs on the Cactus House porch and prepared to doze.
"Is there anything I can get for you, or do for you, old chap?" inquired
Tom, coming out on the porch after supper and looking remarkably
comfortable and contented.
"No; just let me doze," begged Harry. "I feel a trifle drowsy."
"Then, if you're going to give a concert through your nose," smiled Tom,
"I may as well protect myself by going some distance away.
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