“No, wait awhile,” advised Beantoe. “Give ’em a chance to get started, and we can hear all they say.”
“They’re making a light!” exclaimed Spider.
“Sure! Maybe they’re going to initiate new candidates into their society. They think they’re great stuff, but wait until they find out that we know all their secrets and passwords. Then they’ll come down off their high horses.”
“Sure! Come on up now. They must be started by this time.”
Carefully getting up from their hiding places the two spies cautiously advanced toward the old barn.
“They’re lighting up all over,” observed Beantoe eagerly. “Must be going to have a regular celebration.”
“I guess so. Come on over on this side. There’s a little window that we can look in.”
Spider was leading the way, and, just as he reached the window in question, his companion, as was his habit, unfortunately stumbled over a stone.
“Oh, there you go again, Beantoe!” exclaimed Spider wrathfully.
“I—I know it,” admitted his crony. “Gee horse, but it hurts!”