"Yes, I know that. One of them came over to the farm," answered the leader, and now Adam Adams was sure he was Matlock Styles.
"Came to the farm? What did you say to him?"
"I put him off the track. He will never bother us again, to my way of thinking."
"That's sure?" asked another of the men.
"Bloody sure."
"We must make certain—" began another of the number, when a noise outside of the door caused an interruption.
So interested had Adam Adams become in the conversation that he had not noticed the advance of two burly men upon him and he was not aware of their presence until one pounced on his back and made him a prisoner.
"What's the row out there?" came from within the room.
"A spy, boys! Open the door and help capture him!"
Instantly there was wild confusion. The door was flung open and seven men poured forth, each armed, and all wearing the white head coverings, such as has already been described.