“Probably not, but they won’t be far away.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I will keep them in sight, and Frank will help me.”
“Oh, I hope we catch them!” said Sammy.
“Don’t delay.”
“I won’t.”
Sammy sneaked along the fence until he got out of range of the men. Then he arose to his feet, and got out of sight in the direction of the village in a flash.
“What are those men doing now?” asked Frank, a moment later.
Bob craned his neck and bent his ear. He could hear only the vague murmur of voices. He could not make out any clear words. The last man to come on the scene kept the satchels, one in each hand. Finally the two men started off. They seemed to be wrangling about something.