“Gosh, and you holler at me because I want to eat things now and then,” laughed Dick.
“It’s mostly now with you Dick, and in my case it happens to be then. You boys walk on ahead and I’ll trot back to Denton’s and get a little. I won’t be more than five minutes and will catch up with you by the time you reach Aunt Abbie’s house,” and Garry was off at a trot for the store.
He procured his candy, and was walking back to join his comrades, when he became suddenly aware that he was being followed.
Garry could not see anyone, but he had that instinct that comes to anyone when he is being followed. It is the same feeling that one has when he realizes that there is someone else in a room with him when it was supposed to be empty.
He dodged behind a tree, and made a noise of tramping with his feet as though he were still moving on.
This ruse succeeded, and he saw a man dodging from tree to tree. Garry left his shelter and turned the corner into the street that led to Aunt Abbie’s house, and there stepped quickly into the shadow cast by a large elm tree. The electric light on the street was a wretched affair, casting only a few feeble rays on the street below.
As he waited, a figure turned the corner, and with a start he recognized Lafe Green.
Garry was undecided as to what course he would pursue. Should he call to his friends to come back and join him, and see if they could not bring Lafe back to justice, or should he see if he couldn’t shake him off and then turn pursuer himself and see where Lafe would go?
Green, however, decided matters for him. Evidently he had discerned what Garry was up to, for when he reached the tree behind which Garry was concealed, he darted around and came face to face with the boy.
Garry put on a bold front, although inwardly he was a little troubled over what might be the outcome of this meeting.