“How do you know?”
“I can see the lantern, which is standing on the seat.”
“Then the thief must still be around,” returned Andy excitedly.
“I suppose so, but I don’t see any one. Come on, but don’t make any noise, or he may run away, and I think he ought to be captured and locked up.”
“Certainly he ought to be placed under arrest. I am ready. Won’t he be surprised when he sees us!”
Once again they moved forward toward where the auction wagon stood beneath the shelter of a large tree. Matt noted that Billy had been unharnessed and was tied to the rear, where he was engaged in making a meal of some feed which had been given him.
“Barberry is making himself at home evidently,” 204 murmured the young auctioneer to himself. “That fellow certainly has nerve!”
“Hold up!” suddenly cried Andy, catching the boy by the arm.
“What’s up, Andy?”
“Look there, to your right!”