“Oh, you and your reading!” exclaimed Ned. “Let’s talk about something cheerful.”
The boys hurried on through the woods. More than once they got off the path and had to spend some minutes finding it again, so they did not get home until nearly supper time.
“See you Monday,” called Frank to his chums, as he took the road that led to his uncle’s house.
“There’ll be a ball game next week, I guess,” came from Bart. “You may get a chance to play.”
“All right,” and Frank was off down the road.
“I’d like to see the inside of that hut,” observed Ned as he and the other two boys walked on.
“Still harping on that, eh?” asked Fenn. “I want to forget it.”
“Think we’d better mention anything about the queer men we saw?” asked Bart, as he and Fenn strolled through the shopping district, which was always a lively place on Saturday nights.
“Who to?”
“The police, of course.”