Paul of course wondered who could be wanting him so positively that he even followed him over to the Stormways house.
"Hello! hello!" he said, quietly.
"That you, Paul?"
"It's Bobolink, I guess," remarked Paul, for the benefit of his chum who stood by, listening curiously.
"That's right," continued the voice over the wire.
"What's doing to make you chase me up this way, Number Three?" Paul went on.
"That's the trouble; I just don't know for sure. But when I caught Ted's voice among the bunch I said to myself, they're up to no good; and I bet it's Paul they are laying for."
"Hey! what's that? Who's laying for me, and where?" demanded the startled boy.
"Listen, and I'll tell you all I learned. 'Taint much, but I know that critter so well that I wouldn't put it past him to try and knock you out, so that all our drilling in the woods would be upset, and his crowd get an advantage."
"Oh! bosh! What's this you're giving me, Bobolink?"