A little later he and the farmer were driving back along the country road, and, after a hasty explanation to his wife, the truck-grower led Larry to the bean patch.
“There’s th’ lonely house, where th’ boy is held captive!” exclaimed the farmer, pointing to a deserted dwelling down in the hollow. Larry gazed at it curiously and hopefully.
CHAPTER XIII
THE RAID
For a few moments the young reporter did not speak. Then Farmer Meldron exclaimed:
“Wa’all, what had best be done about it?”
“I don’t exactly know. I’ve got to think about it,” replied Larry. “We’ve got to go slow, and be careful, or they may take the alarm, and spirit the boy away.”
“That’s what I thought,” said the farmer. “That’s why I took care not to be seen by ’em while I was watchin’. But land sakes, them fellers seem as bold as brass!”
“You say the boy ran down the road, and the tramps raced after him?” asked Larry, eagerly looking toward the lonely house. There was now no sign of life about it.
“That’s what they did,” explained Mr. Meldron.