"Not now, dears," said Mrs. Wilbur, and then she smiled and bowed to Dale and Owen, and they tipped their caps to her. "You were kind to give them a ride the other day," she remarked sweetly.
"Oh, they were welcome," replied Owen, and Dale said something similar.
"What is your name?" asked Bertie, of Dale.
"Dale Bradford."
"And what is yours?"
"Owen Webb."
"Oh, are you the young men who caught the fellows who wanted to rob the lodge?" cried Mrs. Wilbur quickly.
"Guess we had a hand in it," answered Owen, reddening a little.
"Mr. Wilbur told me all about it. You did us a great service. Those men were going to take away some silverware that has been in our family for a hundred and forty years."
"Oh, did they catch the bad robbers?" came from Bertie. "You must be awfully brave."