“And I’ll put on my shoes,” said Skeets, suiting the action to the word. “This stubble has hurt my feet something fierce.”
Mouser’s socks also took their rightful place, and the boys began to feel more like human beings.
“What would you have done anyway, Bobby, if you’d found them under the tree?” asked Mouser.
“I don’t know exactly,” answered Bobby frankly. “Of course, we couldn’t tackle grown men. But we could have kept them in sight until we met some farmers and had them nabbed. Or one of us could have gone back to Rockledge and got the constable. But we know that they’re hanging round in this neighborhood now, and we’ll tell the constable about it and he’ll telephone to all the towns near by to be on the lookout for them.”
“I sure would like to get back my ring,” said Fred longingly.
“Those sleeve buttons would look mighty good to me,” chimed in Pee Wee.
“I could use my scarf pin too,” added Mouser.
“I don’t much expect to see my watch again,” said Bobby, “but there’s a chance of finding where they pawned ’em if we can get those fellows arrested.”
“There were only two of ’em,” mused Fred. “I wonder where the other one was.”
“Round at some farmhouse begging for grub maybe,” suggested Skeets.