"I'm going to turn in," he said.
Not another word could the lads get out of him, try as they would. But Stubbs, on his cot, did not sleep immediately. Covertly he watched the two lads as they talked in tones too low for him to hear, strain his ears as he would.
"Well, I guess I don't need to hear 'em," he told himself. "I can guess what it's all about."
He rolled over and went to sleep.
But the nature of the lads' conversation was a whole lot different from what Stubbs thought it was, though it concerned the little man himself.
"Something wrong with him," said Chester.
"Right you are," agreed Hal. "Talks like we had offended him or something."
"Maybe he just wants to keep us guessing."
"That might be it. Anyhow, if he doesn't tell us to-morrow, I'm going to tell him what I think of him."
"Then he won't talk," said Chester.