"Now, clear-orf," he said. "And don't let me see you hanging round again."
Then, with great dignity, Mr. Goon made His way heavily to the path, and walked down it without turning his head once. The children looked at each other.
"We were getting on so well till Clear-Orf came," sighed Daisy. "I wonder where that tramp went to."
"I'm going home," said Fatty miserably. "I feel awful."
"I'll take you home," said Daisy. "You come too, Bets. Do you boys want to see if you can trace the tramp?"
"Yes," said Larry. "Might as well whilst we've got the chance. I don't wonder Fatty fell off the rick. It was pretty exciting, wasn't it?"
"Fancy old Clear-Orf having a drawing of that footprint in his notebook." said Pip thoughtfully. "He's smarter than I thought. Still - we've got something he hasn't got - a bit of grey flannel!"
Fatty, Daisy, Bets and Buster went off together. The other two set off in the direction the tramp had taken. They meant to find him again if they could!
What must be done next?
Larry and Pip ran quickly in the direction the tramp had gone. It seemed silly that, although all the children had seen him, and Clear-Orf too, nobody had managed to find out what kind of soles his shoes had! There was no sign of the tramp at all. The boys met a farm labourer and hailed him.