"Py der parn," returned the German scout.
"Not prowling around like a couple of thieves, Adam?"
"Nodt as I can see."
"Then what were they doing?" the patrol leader asked, impatiently; for it was a most difficult thing to draw the story out of the German, who seemed to want to be "pumped" step by step, as Landy termed it.
"Vorking," came the short reply.
"Oh, then you mean they were apparently in the employ of Mr. Brady?"
"Dot iss so. Dey toss der hay oop to him py der stack, und he stow it avay."
"I believe the farmer is getting in a late crop of clover hay," remarked Elmer.
"Yes," broke in Ty, "and he was telling me this very morning when I got the milk, after my little adventure with that neighbor's bull, how his man had left him in the lurch, and everybody around was so busy he hardly knew just how he could get the big crop of hay that was stacked in the field, ready for the mow."
Elmer nodded his head as though, after gaining this knowledge, it was comparatively easy to put two and two together.