Still keeping out of sight behind the bushes, Jack and Andy watched the two Pornell students closely. They saw the pair enter the barn. Then they came out again and went back to the old cottage.
“Come on—I think they are alone,” said the young major. “And if they are——”
“We’ll get the best of ’em somehow,” finished his chum.
With caution the two cadets sneaked along through the bushes and up to the side of the dilapidated cottage. Looking through a broken-out window they beheld Roy Bock and Bat Sedley seated on benches, smoking cigarettes.
“How soon do you suppose Carey will get back?” Bock was asking.
“Oh, he won’t come for an hour or two,” answered Sedley. “It’s quite a walk.”
“He ought to have taken one of the horses.”
“He didn’t dare, for he had to pass the very roadhouse where we left those drivers.”
“Say, those drivers must have been astonished when they found the wagons gone.”
“Humph! That will teach ’em a lesson not to let strangers treat them. All of them were glad enough to be treated at Plunkett’s expense.”