Then Barry began to order supplies, and Kent wandered to the window, looking down into the road. Presently he called to his companion.
“I wonder if that is the French couple that Mac and Tim saw?”
Barry joined him at the window and looked down. Two horses were tied to a railing at a water trough which was empty, and as the boys looked out at the scene, a man and woman got on the horses. Barry recognized the man at once.
“Yes, that is the fellow who came into our camp that morning,” he said.
Filled with curiosity, the storekeeper came over and joined them at the window. The boys watched the French couple ride off and enter a path that led into the woods below the town.
“Those people been around these parts a few days,” the owner of the store confided. “You acquainted with them?”
“No, but early one morning the man was standing looking over our camp,” Barry told him. “Two of our friends visited them in their camp once, but we don’t know anything about them. Do you?”
The storekeeper went around the counter and began to tie up packages. “I know they are mighty mysterious people. Won’t say who they are or what they want. The other night they come in the store and I asked them what I could do for them. Said they didn’t want nothin’ but to wait for somebody. Pretty soon a car come along and blowed the horn outside and they went out to it, and that was the last I see of them until today. Nobody knows anything about ’em.”
“They didn’t have any rifles today,” Barry said to Kent, when the storekeeper had moved off.
“I noticed that. They must have settled somewhere to stay.” Kent chuckled. “I’ll bet it hurts these people not to know what they are doing here.”