did not bother them much, and before long they reached the outskirts of the village.
"There are the two men now!" cried Gus Plum, and pointed across the way.
"They are not going to the depot," answered Dave. "They are turning down Main Street. Supposing we follow them, Gus?"
"I'm willing, but I don't see what good it will do."
"Well, it won't do any harm."
The two men were burly individuals who had evidently seen better days. Each was shabbily dressed and each had a nose that was suspiciously red. Plum said that one was named Blodgett and the other Volney.
"I believe they came here from Hartford," the big youth added. "I wish I had their record from that city."
The men turned into a resort that was half tavern and half restaurant. At the doorway they met another burly fellow who had evidently been drinking pretty freely.
"Hello, Blodgett!" cried this man. "Glad to see you again. Hello, Volney!"
"How are you, Crandall," answered Blodgett, while Volney nodded pleasantly. "What brought you to town?"
"Was looking for you two chaps."
"Why?" questioned Volney, quickly.
