CHAPTER VII
NEWS FROM THE WEST
The boys stiffened into attention, listening intently for the faintest sound. At first they could hear nothing more than the whisper of the wind in the trees, and then, so faintly as to be almost inaudible, they did catch a rustling in the grass, that told of the approach of someone.
"That man—he's coming back!" said Frank softly.
"Let me attend to him!" exclaimed Andy, and, before his brother could stop him, the younger lad had run back over the course they had come.
"Stop!" called Frank aloud.
A moment later there was the sound of someone running away, and it was not the footsteps of Andy that made the noise.
"I see him! I see him!" cried the younger Racer lad. "It's the man with the limp!"
"You come back here!" ordered Frank, and his voice was such that Andy did not think it wise to disobey. He came back panting from his run.
"I could have caught him if you'd let me alone," he said, protestingly.