“We’ve got to get nearer, where we can hear better,” whispered Jerry to his chums. “It’s around this way.”
He led the way to the side of the barn that was in the deepest shadow, and presently they came to a stop below a small window. The glass had been broken out of it, and through the aperture came the tones of the voices more distinctly. One said:
“When did he say he was coming?”
“He promised to be here to-night,” was the answer.
Of course the boys, not having heard the crooked-nosed man’s voice, did not know which was his, nor which was his companion’s.
“To-night; eh?” came in sharp tones. “Well, he didn’t come, and you tell him I want to see him, and see him bad. I’m tired of hanging around here without any money, and I’m working like a dog on that farm.”
“That’s Crooked Nose,” whispered Bob.
“Yes,” agreed Jerry.
“Well, I’ll tell him,” said the other voice. “I don’t know what’s got into him lately. But he and Pug have some game on and——”