would get cleared up. I want to get back to the city and have a good time."
"We all want to get back. But there's no use rushing things," said the man standing by the fire. "We'll be well paid for our waiting."
"Do you think we've made a mistake? I tell you, it's been worrying me. If we've gummed up this job by doing a trick like that I'll never forgive myself."
"No—there's no mistake. Don't worry about that," scoffed the man at the fire. "Didn't we look things over mighty careful-like before we started?"
"Yes," admitted the other slowly. "But they keep harpin' on that tune all the time and I'm beginnin' to think there may be somethin' in it."
"Where's Red?" demanded the third man. "Didn't you call him?"
"Yeah, I called him. This is him now. He's comin' down from the grove."
Suddenly Frank clutched his brother by the arm and flattened himself against the ground. A footstep sounded immediately behind them. Twigs crackled.
Unobserved, a man had approached to within a few feet back of them, striding silently through the deep grass.
The boys remained motionless, wondering if they had been seen. For a breathless second
