There was a sudden hubbub, a terrible squalling and squawking, the barking of a dog, and the report of a gun!
CHAPTER XX.
A HOT CHASE.
"My stars!" gasped Harry. "There's trouble, sure enough!"
"I should remark!" palpitated Robinson. "I'll bet a dollar one of the fellows is full of shot!"
"And somebody is in danger of being full of teeth directly. Come, this is our time to create a diversion."
Then Harry let himself out. He whooped like a wild Indian and pranced right up toward the house. Robinson followed the good example, but they did not seem very successful in attracting attention to themselves.
Two dark figures were seen scudding through the orchard, and then a man came out of the house, slamming the door and shouting:
"Sick 'em, Tige—sick the pesky rascals! Chaw 'em up! Don't let 'em git erway! Take 'em, dorg!"