“Exactly my opinion,” answered Harry.
Advancing boldly to the doorway of the barn, Andy Dugan pointed his gun and cried:
“Come out av there, ye rascals! Sure an’ it won’t do ye any good to hide!”
To this demand no answer was returned, and a moment of painful silence followed.
“Are ye comin’ out or not?” went on Dugan the elder. “Answer me.”
“How can they answer, father, if they ain’t there?” put in Teddy Dugan, with a broad smile on his freckled face.
To this query the father made no reply, but advancing cautiously, he gazed into the barn and then stepped inside.
“Are they there, Mr. Dugan?” queried Joe.
“If they are, they’re mighty good at hidin’.”
“Let us make a search,” said Harry. “Pat, you remain on guard outside.”