“Hello, Lafe,” said the boy. “How do you happen to be here?”
“Don’t know as it’s any of your particular business, but before you go trying any funny business. I’ll tell you that I am out on bail, so you have nothing on me at all.”
“I’ve been following you about, though, for the last few minutes, to get a chance to tell you something. Unless you fellows get out of here by tomorrow night, I promise you that you will be driven out in a way that will make you sorry you ever came here. Get that?”
CHAPTER IV
THE GUM HUNTER’S CLUE
With these words, Lafe turned and walked swiftly away, leaving Garry standing there dumbfounded for the moment. There was much food for thought in what Green had just said. In the first place, Garry had little idea that he would see Green at all, and could not understand how he had gotten bail for his freedom. Then came the recollection that the man had several friends around this particular section, and undoubtedly had quite a little money himself, made out of some of his illegal practices, such as the smuggling at which he had been caught only a comparatively short time ago.
The threat of harm did not worry Garry particularly. He and his chums had so often been in tangles that it did not faze him.
What did cause him the most concern was why Lafe should want them to leave town. Of course he would be vengeful about the part they played in his arrest, but that would hardly make him follow them and give a specific warning.
Lafe and LeBlanc had been mixed up in the smuggling plot, and to Garry it required no great stretch of the imagination to figure that they might again be working in cahoots.
There was no particular use in following him, since he would probably go to his home, and had possibly been seen by some of the people in the town.
Deciding that he could do nothing, Garry hastened homeward, and found that his friends had already arrived. They asked him what had kept him so long, and he exploded a bombshell under their feet when he told them of his meeting with Green.