"I see.

H'm!" He pondered for an instant, while his host shifted from foot to foot and looked apologetic.

Then the Master spoke again.
"The only way out, that I see," he hazarded, "is for me to drive back home with Lad; and leave him there and come on here, tomorrow.

I can--" "Nothing of the sort!" protested Harmon, "There's an easier way than that.

Wittsville is only a mile or so from the Park gates.