"Well, knowing them as we do, I'd say they wouldn't be above cheating," said Sam. "But what in the world can they be doing in this out-of-the-way place?"
"That remains to be found out," replied his big brother. "Maybe they were on the road and ran here for shelter from the hailstorm."
"I'm not afraid of them, Dick," said Tom.
"Neither am I, Tom, you know that."
"Then what's the use of keeping out of sight? I'd rather go in there and give them a thrashing, like the one we gave them on that island."
"Don't forget we have the Dartaway here and they might take pleasure in ruining the craft or running off with her. Besides, I'd like to watch them a bit and find out a little about their plans. Remember, they want to play us some dirty trick."
"There they go!" burst out Sam, at that instant, and motioned to the front of the cottage. All looked in the direction he pointed out, to see Koswell and Larkspur hurrying down a lane that led to a road running between the trees.
"You come back here! That wasn't fair!" shouted the farm hand who had been playing cards with them. "Come back!" And he rushed to the front door of the cottage and waved his arm wildly.
"It was fair!" shouted back Jerry Koswell.
"Sure it was fair!" added Bart Larkspur. "We'd come back, only we are in a hurry."