“When we get to the corner of the fence where you can see the windows of the old Brandon house, I’m to wave my handkerchief. She’s to be looking, or have Billy do the same, and after I get an answer to my signal we’ll just have time to creep up to where the old deacon is waiting to have his daily chat with the child.”
“You certainly have it all cooked up as neat as anything, Dick,” declared Leslie, admiringly, for he considered that his chum was without a rival when it came down to arranging things.
They hurried on until finally the fence corner was reached from which a good view of the Brandon house could be obtained.
“Now watch me,” Dick remarked, as he commenced to wave his pocket handkerchief slowly to and fro.
“There, I can see some one moving at that upper window!” exclaimed Leslie.
“I reckon it must be Billy,” said Dick, still keeping up the signalling.
“They see you, Dick, and now some one has commenced to answer. The scheme worked like magic. All we have to do is to go and get into the deacon’s grounds.”
“I’ve got that part of it all fixed too,” asserted Dick. “Billy isn’t to start out for five minutes after they get my signal. By that time we ought to be creeping up pretty close to Mr. Nocker.”
“How do you know he’ll be waiting there?” whispered Leslie, as both of them started to climb the fence.
“I don’t know it, but the chances are ten to one we’ll find him walking up and down as nervous as anything, and keeping his eyes fixed on the path Billy usually comes along.”