“What’s up, John?” demanded Dalmer, opening the door at once.
“Our house has been robbed, and we want help to catch the robbers,” was the startling reply.
Of course, every one was astonished. Bob sprang to his feet.
“I’ll wager anything it was Casco, Barker, and Grogan did it,” he exclaimed.
“Wot makes yeou think thet?” questioned the elder Dalmer.
“Because they spoke of having just time enough to accomplish something. They robbed the house, and are now getting away as fast as they can.”
“I’m going after them, and I’ll catch ’em, too, just as sure as my name is John Wright,” exclaimed the man who had made the announcement. “Who’ll go along?”
“I can’t go,” said the man who had driven up with Wright.
“I’ll go after them,” said Bob. “I owe those fellows one.”
“An’ I’ll go, too,” put in Ruel Dalmer. “They’ll find out they can’t fire our hay-stack fer nuthin’, by gosh!”