They found it easy to hide themselves, and when, a few minutes later, the three men came along, they were secure from observation.
“Do you think it’s Mr. Holmes?” whispered Bessie, voicing the thought both of them had had.
“It’s just as likely as not! It’s the sneaky way he would act,” said Dolly, viciously. “They’re pretty careful about the way they walk—see?”
But then the men came into the range of their eyes, and the sigh of disappointment that rose from them was explained by Dolly’s disgusted, “It’s not Mr. Holmes, or anyone else I ever saw before.”
The men came nearer, and seemed to be looking down at the camp.
“They’re the ones! That’s the outfit, all right,” said one of them. “Well, it’s easy to keep an eye on them.”