“We were watching the fire,” replied Ned politely. “Any objections, Mr. Berry?”
“You boys better keep away from here,” growled Bill. “I reckon Mr. Judson don’t want another robbery.”
“What do you mean?” demanded Jerry. “Do you mean that we robbed the mill?”
“Well you might and then agin you mightn’t,” mumbled Bill. “I ain’t sayin’ as how you did, and I ain’t sayin’ as how you didn’t. You’d better move on.”
“We’ve as much right here as you have, Bill Berry,” said Bob. “We’re ready to go and we’re going; all you may say wouldn’t move us, as long as Mr. Judson didn’t object to our being here.”
“That’ll do for you,” muttered Bill, as he shuffled away.
“Did you catch the horse and win the five dollars?” inquired Jerry, referring to the countryman’s fractious steed that ran away.
Bill’s only answer was a growl.
“Come on, let’s get home and go to bed,” suggested Bob.
“Take good care of those tools,” warned Jerry. Ned promised to do so; and there the talk came to an end.