“Well, Simpson, you an’ your friend can come over an’ we’ll take a look at ye. Mebbe we can put ye up fer the night.”
“Whoopla!” cried Harry. “We’re glad enuff of that an’ we’ll pay ye fur it.”
“Don’t want no pay, see?”
“All right!”
“Come along sharp now. It’s mighty cold.”
The detectives climbed over the fence and came along on their snowshoes. It required nerve to do this.
For aught they knew this might be only a subterfuge on the part of the villains to get them within range.
They could be easily shot dead. Indeed, their nerves were sorely tried.
But it was all honest enough on the villains’ part.
The detectives came suddenly to a high wicket gate in an iron fence.