“Huh!” grunted Jerry Koswell, as he glared at the Rovers. “Where did you come from?”
“Perhaps we might ask the same question,” returned Dick, coldly.
This meeting was not at all to his taste, especially when he and his brothers wished to turn their whole attention to locating Mrs. Stanhope and her enemies.
“Have you been following us?” demanded Bart Larkspur.
“No, Larkspur, we have something of more importance to do,” answered Tom.
“Huh! you needn’t get gay, Rover!”
“I’ll get gay if I wish,” retorted Tom, sharply.
“You had better not follow us,” came in ugly tones from Jerry Koswell. “If you do you’ll get yourselves in hot water.”
“See here, Koswell, and you too, Larkspur,” said Dick, in a low but distinct tone. “We know all about what you did at Brill—and so do the authorities know it. Just at present we haven’t time to bother with you. But some day we may get after you.”
“Bah! you can’t scare me!” snorted Koswell. Yet his face showed that he was disturbed.