“Sure, an’ how could it be? If Casco gits in wid the——”
“Hush! What’s that?”
Barker sprang up from his bed on the hay.
“Phat did yez hear?” demanded Grogan, in alarm.
“I heard some kind of a noise.”
“Perhaps ’tis Casco comin’ back.”
Barker looked around, and Bob did his best to keep out of sight. His foot had struck a dry stick, which had snapped in two, making quite a loud report.
The two men went on talking, but Bob caught only a few words to the effect that inside of a week Casco would have some plan ready in all its details.
“They are up to no good,” thought Bob. “I think their talk means robbery on a large scale and nothing else.”
Presently from the road came a sharp whistle. Barker again jumped up.