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34 feeling that his query was not couched in the most complimentary terms, but unable to amend it quickly.

The drug store owner was not critical.

"Oh, folks go over to Xville," he said indifferently. "That's a new town fifteen miles back. They say oil was discovered there some twenty years ago, but others claim nothing but water ever flowed. That's how it came to be called Xville. I guess if the truth was known, the wells wasn't oil—we're a little out of the belt here."

That was as far as Bob was able to follow the sharpers. He had no way of knowing certainly whether they had gone to Xville, or whether they had hired the car to take them to some other place nearer or further on. Betty finished her soda and they strolled about the single street for a half hour, buying three collapsible Indian baskets for the Littell girls, since they would easily pack into Betty's bag.

They reached the train to find the last section of the big tree being lifted from the track, and half an hour later, all passengers aboard, the train resumed its journey. Bob and Betty had eaten lunch in the town, and they spent the afternoon on the observation platform, Betty tatting and Bob trying to write a letter to Mr. Littell. They were glad to have their berths made up early that night, for both planned to be up at