“Reckon hyars some more storm-bound people,” said one of the boys. “Say, mister, what kin we do fer ye?”
“It looks as if we had got to trespass on you for the night,” said Old King Brady.
“Wall, ye’re welcome! Put yer hoss right in the barn.”
This was done.
The big barn doors were with difficulty swung back. Then as the detectives entered they were given a thrilling start.
Right in the center of the barn floor was the cutter which Van had driven from Boston.
The horse was in a nearby stall.
“By jove!” whispered Harry. “We’ve come up with the sharp rogue at last. He won’t slip us this time.”
“Indeed he won’t!” declared Old King Brady. “I say, my man?”
“Well, sir?”