“I want to know!” said Mrs. Peel, beamingly.
“Yes’m, but last night some one broke into the store and stole the money and a lot of things!”
The little woman paled and glanced apprehensively about her.
“Burglars!” she whispered. “But who—”
“I guess we don’t have to look very far for ’em,” said a voice at the doorway. Roy and Dick started and looked up. It was the man in the black frock-coat.
“Thunder!” muttered Roy, softly. “It’s Jim Ewing!”
“This is my brother-in-law, Mr. Ewing,” faltered Mrs. Peel. “This young lady is the one I was telling you about, James, and these gentlemen—they are friends of yours, my dear?”
“Yes,” answered Harry, “we’re all together with my father and Chub—you saw him the other day—on a house-boat.”
Roy and Dick were gazing fascinatedly at the farmer, and Mr. Ewing was staring malevolently back at them.
“James, there’s been thieves here,” said Mrs. Peel, “and they stole—how much did they take, Miss?”
