in the past," said Dick. "Very well, I'll remember that, Sobber. And you remember what I told you. The next time there is trouble we'll fight it out to the bitter end."
There was a moment of silence.
"I want you to go away," said Josiah Crabtree, and there was just a trace of nervousness in his tones. Evidently Dick's firm words had had some effect.
"We are going," answered Dick. "Both of you remember what I said." And then he motioned to his brothers; and all three left the old mill.
"Well, did ye find the feller ye was after?" queried Peter Marley, as the boys came out to where he stood with the horses.
"We did," answered Dick, and nudged his brothers, to keep them quiet. "It's Josiah Crabtree all right. And we had quite a talk with him."
"Wot's he going to do here?"
"He says it is his property left to him by a distant relative. He ordered us away."
"Must have been Foxwell left him the place. Is he going to start the mill up ag'in?"
"He didn't say."
"If he's a jailbird I'll hate to see him in these parts," went on the farmer soberly.
"Well, it won't hurt you to keep an eye on him, Mr. Marley," answered Dick, and then,
