"Suits me," nodded the Overseer of the Poor. "I'm in no great hurry. Snug camp you boys have here."
"We've enjoyed ourselves greatly," Dick admitted.
"Going to stay here long?"
"No, sir; we're due back in Gridley soon."
After a little more chat Dick stated that he believed it was time to go forward to the hut in the woods.
He and Greg went, accompanied by the two farmers. All four trod stealthily. Prescott, in advance, went straight to the bushes that surrounded the brush hut. Still in the lead, Dick, found the doorway, screened by a tattered blanket, pushed it aside and peered in.
On the floor of earth lay the Man with the Haunting Face. He was so still that at first Dick thought him dead. Dick motioned to the others to come forward.
"Humph!" grunted the Overseer of the Poor. "That's Ed Hoskins, who lives over Pelham way."
At sound of the voice the sleeping man quivered, opened his eyes, then, with a scream, sat up, trembling violently.
"You've got me!" he screamed. "You've found me—-and I'm not yet fit to go!"