“Our signal!” they said.
“I thought I knew who yelled to us,” said Bunol, in satisfaction.
“There is only one fellow at Fardale who knows our signal,” said Stark.
“That’s Arlington!” declared Hogan.
“He comes,” declared Bunol.
“What? Chet Arlington coming here? Why——”
“Somehow he think we may be here, and he comes,” said the Spaniard.
Immediately Stark’s suspicions were reawakened.
“It’s a put up job!” he declared. “He sent you here, Bunol, to listen to our plans, and now he is coming. Confound your treacherous skin, if you——”
“Hold on!” spoke the Spanish lad, in a low tone. “Better go slow. I have nothing to do with him. I hate him. I prove it to you.”