“I won’t go. What have you been doing out here on the road?”
“Nothing,” returned Casco, in pretended surprise, and he pinched Barker’s arm to make his companion keep silent.
Bob was about to question them concerning Frank. But he thought it possible Landes had gotten away, and such questions might spoil any chance of rescue as well as the capture of the trio.
Seeing he could not help himself, Bob at last went over the fence, and with Casco on one side and Barker on the other marched to the hay-stack, Grogan bringing up the rear, with a club in hand, ready to strike at the first sign of rebellion.
“Now we will sift this matter to the bottom,” said Casco, as he came to a halt. “You are Frank Landes’ friend, are you not?”
“I am,” returned Bob.
“What has become of Landes?”
And Casco poked Barker in the ribs on the sly.
“I don’t know.”
“Was he with you?”