Bob went back to Frank and Sammy. He had about made up his mind to go straight to Mr. Haven, and tell him all he had found out. It was Bob’s idea that Frank’s father and the marshal could scare the old miser into telling enough about the tramp to lead to his arrest.
“Why, hello, where are they?” exclaimed Bob, as he reached the tree where he had left Frank and Sammy.
They were nowhere to be seen. As Bob looked around, somewhat puzzled, a sound came from some near bushes.
“Hist!”
Bob strained his eyes and made out Frank near the bushes. He beckoned to Bob.
“What is it?” asked Bob. “What are you hiding for?”
“Some one crossed over from behind the barn.”
“Who was it?”
“A stranger, so Sammy has cut through the brush lot here to keep him in sight.”
“Which way?”