Sammy was delighted at the sensation he had made.
"I mean just what I say," he declared with fitting solemnity. "I heard them confess it with my own ears."
"When?" came breathlessly from the others.
"While you dubs were half asleep a little while ago," Sammy got back at them.
"Who are they?" George demanded.
"Keep your eyes down on the table now," said Sammy, "and then after a while look carelessly over at the two men at the third table on the other side of the car. If you should all look at them at once, they might think that we were on to them and that the jig was up."
It was the hardest kind of work to keep their eyes glued to the table when the boys were trembling with eagerness to look at the desperate characters whose crime had been revealed to Sammy, but they did it and then looked furtively in the direction that Sammy had indicated.
It must be admitted that the Fairview boys were disappointed. They had expected to see low brutal foreheads, shifty eyes with a wicked glow in them and faces seamed with the marks of vice and dissipation. But instead they saw two pleasant-faced men, not unlike those they were accustomed to see in Fairview, and those men instead of being oppressed with guilt were laughing and joking with each other as though they had not a care in the world.
"I don't believe it," muttered George.
"There's nothing bad about those fellows," pronounced Bob.