“No, it wasn’t large enough for that. Come on,” and now Harry urged Bart along. A little while after this they came within sight of the light in a farmhouse kitchen, and then both boys felt much relieved.
Going up to the door of the house they knocked, and a burly farmer answered their summons.
“Good evening,” said Harry, politely.
“Good evening, lad, what can I do for you?” questioned the farmer, gazing at both boys curiously. He saw that they had guns, but no game, and concluded they were hungry and wanted supper.
“Will you tell us where we can find a constable, or some other officer?”
“Want a constable, eh? Did somebody steal your game?” And the farmer smiled, quizzically.
“No, we want the constable to arrest three tramps who are wanted for stealing.”
“Shoo! You don’t say!” Farmer Libby was all attention. “Where are the tramps?”
“Over to Ike Slosson’s house. They have taken full possession.”
“Where is Slosson?”