in here to get out the window, because the front door was locked. Now you know; and as we’re already late for supper, perhaps you’ll call off that fool dog and let us go home.”
“Want to go, do ye?” asked their captor with a leer.
“Yes, we do,” replied Chub, shortly.
“Live right round here, I suppose?”
“You can suppose anything you want to,” broke in Roy, hotly. “But we won’t tell you where we live. It’s none of your business and if you don’t let us out of here this minute we’ll make trouble for you.”
“’Course you will,” said the farmer with a chuckle. “Go to town, likely, and swear out a warrant for me, eh? How’d you know I was alone here? How’d you know my wife was away?”
“We don’t know anything about your wife!”
“Some one told you, eh?”
“I tell you we never heard of you before—”
“And don’t want to again,” murmured Chub.
“But you didn’t know about Carlo, did ye? I bought Carlo after you was here last month. He’s a good dog and—”
