The voice died out into an indistinguishable murmur.
“Did you hear that?” demanded Ned, and his voice was so sharp that Jerry clapped a hand over his friend’s lips.
“Quiet!” he cautioned.
They listened, but the voices were no longer heard. Instead came the sound of feet tramping on bare boards.
“They’re going away,” murmured Bob.
“Let’s stay here and see what happens,” suggested Ned. “I’d like to know who that other man is. Maybe there’s spy work going on in our camp!”
It was within the bounds of possibility.
Waiting in the shadows, the motor boys heard the footsteps die away. Then the murmur of voices sounded again. They came nearer, and indicated that those who were talking were outside the barn.
“Well, I’ll tell him you want to see him,” said the man who was with the crooked-nosed fellow.
“You’d better! He can have all the games he wants with Pug, but he’s got to make a settlement with me. I took all the risk, and he got all the money. I want my share!”