"DuChassis—Captain," said Beany.
"He's called the 'Wolf,'" said Porky. Even alone as they were, he lowered his tone.
Beany sat suddenly erect. "What?" he said.
"You heard me," said his brother. He rapidly repeated the conversation he had overheard.
"Where is the flower-house?" asked Beany.
"It must be the greenhouse," he said. "I think I have seen the shorter one of those men helping the head gardener."
"I tell you what! It's your turn now, because I heard them plan this. So you go camp at the flower-house by-en-by, and I will keep watch around the gates to see if they change their minds and go out."
"What good will that be?" said his brother. "You didn't see either of their faces."
"No, but I saw their pants," said Porky. "I can look at all the legs, can't I? But they won't be there. I will watch to make sure; but they will be right where they said, over by the flower-house. See, they don't use any science. All they do is get in a crowd, or back up against a good high wall, and tell each other their real names. If we bring this across, I've a mind for us to be detectives."
"There's the college education," Beany reminded him.