“Who is it?”
“The boy Jack and I met at the church, Bert Field! He must have been spying around here!”
“Perhaps he’s the one the old man said he saw this morning.”
“More than likely.”
They looked and saw the tall, thin youth disappear in a grove of trees lining the main road. Then, a few minutes later, they saw him walking down the road as fast as possible.
“There is certainly something queer about that boy,” was Pepper’s comment.
“And there is something queer about the old man, too,” was the reply. “But, come on, unless you want Jabez Trask to fill you full of shot.”
The old man was now at the door of the mansion and he held his shotgun in his hands. The cadets darted out of sight and took good care to keep out of range of the weapon.
“That’s an adventure for you,” said Pepper, after they had covered quite a distance. “I rather think I’ll keep away from strange houses after this.”
“I wonder if the old man will come to Putnam Hall to make trouble?”