They went through the woods so as to skirt the edge of the clearing but not near enough to it to be seen by Sandy, as they did not wish to get into a quarrel with the youth.
“Let’s make some inquiries when we get back to town,” suggested Bart, “and see if anyone has heard of a trolley line being extended, or of any surveyors at work.”
“Whom can we ask?” inquired Ned.
“You ask Judge Benton, Frank,” said Bart. “You know him, don’t you?”
“Yes,” was the answer, and Frank looked at Bart sharply, as if to see whether the suggestion was made with any particular motive. In fact Bart had mentioned the lawyer’s name to see if Frank would volunteer anything about his visit to the judge’s office that day. But Frank said nothing.
Rowing back was easy work, with the stream’s current to help the boat along, and, early that afternoon, the boys tied up at the dock.
They took the flowers to the church, in the lecture room of which the entertainment was to be held. Miss Mapes met the boys there.
“This is very kind of you,” she said, as she took the blossoms. “They will make the place look beautifully. I hope you didn’t have much trouble.”
“Not a bit,” Frank assured her.
“I’m sure you ought to be rewarded in some way,” the teacher went on.