' That's all I know. Say, couldn't you tell me
this--are you going through to the coast?"
Ned relented a little.
"Perhaps," he said smiling, "we might go to the coast."
"You might?" interrupted the reporter eagerly.
"Or we might stop in the mountains."
The reporter looked perplexed.
"Then you've got something to do with mining?" interrupted the
impulsive journalist, "and it isn't the navy yard. But you came
from Washington! I know that, you see."
"Yes," volunteered Ned, "but we might be from the Hydrographic
Office."
"Cloud breakers," quickly interrupted the reporter again. "How's
that for a guess? Are you rain makers?"
"What are they?" innocently asked Alan.
The reporter saw he was wrong.
"I give it up," he said shrugging his shoulders. "You are two wise
lads."
"Not wise," suggested Ned, "but attending strictly to our business."
"Right you are," answered the reporter.
"I've got to leave you to have a look through the train. Sorry I'm
not in on this. Where ever you're going, it looks good to me. When
you come back, don't forget me.
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