now. The Hardy boys grinned in anticipation.
"It's the tree right beside the orchard gate," said Jack. "You can see it from here."
"Come, Towser," said Chet, and stalked away. The bulldog waddled obediently behind, the chain clinking.
Chet went into the orchard and, without looking up, without giving any sign that he had noticed the man perched in the leafy branches above, he snapped the chain around the tree trunk, leaving Towser sitting in the shade. The bulldog looked puzzled, but he made no protest and settled down on his haunches.
"I guess that will hold our inquisitive friend for a while," said Chet cheerfuly, as he came back with the air of one who had just accomplished a worthy deed. "If he wants to leave that tree, he'll have to argue the matter with Towser."
Hastily, the boys retired behind the stable so that the victim in the tree would not witness their mirth. They peeked around the corner every little while to see if there was any disturbance in the orchard, but the watcher stayed where he was, probably waiting for the dog to fall asleep.
"He'll get tired of that," predicted Chet, with a snicker. "I think we will see some
