Joe's hand tightened about Frank's arm.
"What are you worrying about? We won't get caught. It isn't the first time we've got away with it."
"Yes, I know. But, somehow, I'm nervous to-night. I'm afraid we'll land up in the police court some of these fine days."
"If you're scared, go on home. I'll go on alone," said the first man scornfully.
"I'm not scared! Who says I'm scared?"
"Well, if you're not scared, shut up. I know we're breakin' the law, but we've never been caught yet."
The men scrambled over the fence. The boys saw that the first fellow was carrying two long poles and that the other carried a bag over his shoulder.
"Have you got all the stuff?"
"Yes."
"We'd better not walk along the road. Somebody's liable to spot us. Keep to the shadow and then we'll cut down into the woods."