Still, these ashes, when cool, must be searched." "You don't need me any more, do you, sir ?" asked Dick.
"Is it near your bedtime yet ?" smiled the stranger.
"I haven't had my supper yet," Prescott smiled.

"Neither has Darrin." "Bless me! What a brute I am to forget a boy's stomach!" cried the tall one.

"Here," taking a banknote from his pocket, "I will have the chauffeur drive you back to town and then return for us.

Take this money and get the best supper you can for two, at the best restaurant in Gridley." "Thank you, sir," replied Dick, shrinking back; "our parents wouldn't allow us to do that." "Are your parents any easier on such questions ?" smiled the stranger, turning to Darrin.
"Not a bit, sir, thank you," Dave responded.
"I may at least pay you something for your kindness and trouble in coming out here with me," urged the stranger, still offering the cash.
But both boys shook their heads, declining with thanks.

Neither had been reared to accept money for doing a human kindness.
"If you don't need us any more," Dick went on, "we'll just find the road and jog back." "If you won't accept anything else," retorted the tall man, "you will at least allow me to send you back in the auto.