"All right, I won't say anything."
"And keep your brother and your father quiet too,—if you can."
"I'll do my best. I don't know your names anyway."
"None of them?"
"No."
"Good enough. Now we are off. Good-night."
The boys were about to turn from the farmhouse when John Lapham called them back.
"What do you want?" asked Dave, and a sudden strange sensation took possession of him.
"I've been thinking that things look rather queer," went on the farmer, pointedly.