ask him too many questions or he'll get suspicious. Just find out how long he is likely to remain at the farm. If his injuries aren't very serious he'll be leaving in a day or so and we want to check up on him."
The boys promised to follow the detective's instructions. Unlike the day previous, this Sunday was clear and bright, and the rain of the afternoon before had laid the dust so that they enjoyed their journey out along the shore road.
"It would be a bad joke on us if Mr. Jones left before we got there," remarked Joe.
"I don't think he will. That wound in his side was enough the keep him laid up for a few days. And, anyway, he lost so much blood yesterday that it would take him a while to get back his strength."
"I hope he isn't a detective."
"Why?"
"It would be great if we could get a chance to do some work on this case ourselves. If Ganny Snackley is in this neighborhood and the government detectives don't know of it, we would help dad land him."
"It would be a great chance," admitted Frank. "But I think we'll find our friend Jones is a detective. That is, if we ever find out anything definite about him. Why else should Snackley and his men try to kill him?
