"If we keep him all night I suppose we can give him a little something to eat," said Mrs. Masterson, relenting.
"Sit down there and eat," commanded her husband and pointed to a chair. Kiddy Leech dropped into it and was given a fair supper, for which, it must be confessed, he had little relish. Several times he acted as if he wanted to talk, but as often changed his mind.
"I'll make them young dudes get me out of this," the tramp told himself. "Maybe their folks will pay me handsomely to keep mum and take what's coming to me. That's their way of doing."
The supper over, Aaron Masterson lit his lantern and led the way to the barn. Here the tramp had to submit to having his hands bound behind him, and then he was placed in a large harness closet. The closet was fairly warm, so there was little danger of his taking cold.
"Now, you keep quiet until morning," said Aaron Masterson, as he threw in several blankets.
"Do you think he can break out of the closet?" asked Snap.
"I'll fix it so he won't want to," answered the farmer.
When Snap and Shep had come he had tied up his dog. Now he released the animal and brought him into the barn.
"Watch, Rover, watch!" he said, pointing to the closet, and the dog gave a sniff and a short bark, and then lay down in front of the locked door.
"My dog is here—don't try to get out," called Aaron Masterson, to the tramp. "If you do—well, I won't be responsible, thet's all!"