"In what way?" demanded Shadow.
"How was it that you didn't knock on the front door when you first came here?"
"We heard a noise and we listened to find out what it meant," answered the senator's son.
"It seems mighty queer to me," said the farmer, doggedly.
"What do you mean, Mr. Lapham?" demanded Dave, his face beginning to burn.
"It's queer you should come here this time of night just to get some bats that ain't any good to nobody."
"Well, that is what we came for and nothing else."
"You're sure you don't know anything about that robbery?"
"Mr. Lapham, do you take us for thieves?" cried the senator's son, hotly.
"I didn't say that; I said it was queer."