Fifteen minutes later all of the high school boys were sound asleep.
They all dreamed that night of the Man with the Haunting Face.
CHAPTER XXIV
CONCLUSION
"Where's that man you wanted us to look at?" demanded a farmer whose trousers were tucked into his boots.
It was about ten o'clock the next forenoon when this man, accompanied by another man with the same kind of boottops, strode into the camp of Dick & Co.
"Are you a constable from the village, sir?" inquired young Prescott.
"No; we haven't any constable in the village," replied the farmer, chewing at a straw. "I'm the Overseer of the Poor."
"We'll take you to where we think the man is hiding," Dick replied. "Tom and Dave, suppose you two hurry ahead of us, around the woods, and stand where you can head our man of mystery off in case he tries to run the other way. Dave knows where the place is."
Reade and Darrin promptly departed.
"We can start in two or three minutes from now, after they get in position, if that suits you, sir," Dick suggested.