“Let’s see if we can find out what it’s all about,” said Randy.
“I’m willing,” answered his twin. “Maybe that fellow will grow abusive and hurt Brassy.”
“Well, a good licking wouldn’t hurt him,” answered his brother, with a grin.
“Oh, that’s all right. But we don’t want to see him half killed even if we don’t like him.”
“You trust Brassy to take care of himself,” was the quick reply.
The twins hurried to the shed and there found that the door had been left open and that the man and their fellow-cadet had gone into another part of the low building.
“You know as well as I do that that barn and them hosses was worth at least twelve thousand dollars,” the man was saying to Brassy. “That was a big loss for John Calder.”
“Please don’t say another word about it!” pleaded Brassy.
“I won’t if you’ll do as I told you to.”
“But I’ve let you have a hundred and ten dollars already! It’s every cent I can spare!”