"We expect to work for him, yes. But nothing has been settled as yet," answered Nappy. "He has offered us thirty dollars a week, but we think we can get more than that elsewhere," he added loftily.
"And what of Werner? Is he going to work with you?"
"That was the idea," answered Slugger. "But I don't know what he'll do now. He's certainly in bad shape."
"How did he get his leg broken?"
"He didn't tell us a word about it," answered Nappy. "There is something queer about the whole transaction. But he said he must see all of you Rovers and do it to-night. What he's got on his mind, I don't know."
The Rovers hardly knew what to do. They were unarmed, and the place certainly looked like a lonely one. They wondered if it would be possible for Carson Davenport and his crowd to be at the house waiting for them.
"You and Slugger go ahead," Jack said. "We'll follow behind. And mark you, no tricks!"
"There is nothing to be afraid of," Slugger assured him. And then he and Nappy stalked off in the fast-gathering darkness. They walked up to the lonely house, and disappeared around a corner of the building.
"Say, Jack, this doesn't look right to me at all," announced Fred. "I wish I had a pistol."
"I'm going to arm myself with a club," said Randy, and looked around for such a weapon.