“That’s so,” agreed Larry. “And they’re all disguised, too?”
“Disguised? How do you mean?”
“Why, nearly every one of ’em has a false beard or mustache on. I can see it from here. They don’t fit very well.” Larry had had some experience with false beards, when working on the bank mystery, and he knew what he was talking about.
“Disguised!” exclaimed the farmer. “Well, I s’pose that’s natural.”
Larry looked beyond the house for a sight of any of the other raiders, but he saw none of them.
“I wish they’d hurry up,” spoke the farmer. “Not that these here fellers show any signs of trying to skip, but I’d like the job over with.”
“So would I,” agreed Larry. “I don’t see anything of the boy, though, do you?”
“Not a sign,” replied the farmer. “But they’ve probably got him safe under lock and key after the way he tried to escape before.”
“Here comes someone else out of the house,” spoke Larry in a whisper. “Maybe something is going to happen.”
The man who came down the steps was apparently a tramp like the rest, but he seemed to be the leader.