IV: Hunting the Deserter
“NO. WE’LL GET THE DROP on him!” Uncle John told her, grimly.
“You said ‘we.’ Do you mean that I can go with you?” I asked.
“Sure you can go. I may need you to help herd him. Hannah can fireguard for you while we are gone,” he answered.
“Oh, no! No! I wouldn’t stay here alone for all the world!” sister cried.
“Then you will come with us. The telephone isn’t working; you can’t do any good here if a fire does break out. Let’s have some lunch and be off,” Uncle John told her.
Hannah made no answer to that. She looked scared as she turned from us to start a fire in the stove.
Of course I asked Uncle John about the firebugs, but he knew no more about them than I, and doubted that they had been found. I told him, then, about my find of the cave hole, and about see
