CHAPTER IX
SEEKING ANOTHER CASTLE
The two tramps were not armed, and Frank Allen went around to the front door to enter the great living room.
“You ain’t got nothing on us,” grumbled Snadder, the taller one of the pair, as the boys permitted them to drop their hands.
“No, but you fellows have got something on you that belongs to this place,” replied Frank. “I want you to disgorge right now.”
“What do you mean, disgorge?” asked Snadder.
“Unload all the stuff out of your pockets that belongs to this house,” replied Frank.
At first the men denied they had anything. But the evidence was too plain, for a silver spoon showed in the shirt pocket of Snadder.
A few spoons were dumped out, and then a cigar case, all the pieces bearing the initial “P” on them, indicating to Frank’s mind, that they belonged to Mrs. Parsons.
“You’re not going to have us arrested for that, are you?” Blinky whined.
“No,” replied Frank decidedly. “We’re not going to have you arrested, but we’re going to tell you to get out of this camp and stay out. This camp belongs to us right now, and we’re going to have it alone.”