“I wonder what he’s doing in there,” muttered Hodge, nonplused.
“I think we’ll have to guess at it.”
“He seemed perfectly at home.”
“Yes.”
“It’s plain he’s been here before.”
“True.”
Bart meditated, and then he said:
“Merriwell, I have an idea.”
“Do you wish to part with it?”
“I believe this old Jew keeps a fence.”