“Did you notice how strange they acted when they saw us?” he asked. “Perhaps they thought we were officers that had come to arrest them.”
The youths made their way to their automobile and had the motor started just as the other car whizzed away.
For over ten minutes they followed cautiously, and they were satisfied that the men had not noticed them. Then at last they turned up a dilapidated street and stopped in front of a small, weather-beaten house. Here they left the car and went inside, while Bob and Joe stopped a square away.
“Let’s go up and look around,” suggested Joe.
As quietly as possible, the boys walked up to the house.
“Come around to the back,” beckoned Joe. “There might be a window.”
His supposition proved correct, for they found one before they reached the back porch. The glass was out and the opening was boarded up fairly tight, but there were several large cracks.
Cautiously Bob leaned up close and peeped inside. Then he turned to Joe.
“Four men inside,” he whispered. “Two of them are the ones we followed. Wait! Let’s hear what they’re saying.”