“Sounds good,” Hunt had commented to himself that evening; “maybe we can make some thing out of that kid’s information. I’ll tell my dad about it. He’s slick as paint, dad is.”
CHAPTER VI.
TWO MYSTERIOUS MEN.
The next afternoon the four lads left the village shortly after lunch, and struck out along the sandy road leading in the direction of the De Regny place. It was warm, and, walking on the heavy, sandy road proved oppressive. In fact, before they had traversed two miles of the distance, Tubby was begging for a drink of water.
“What do you want with water?” scoffed Merritt. “Doctors say that it makes fat.”
“I don’t care,” retorted Tubby. “I want a drink, and I’m going to have it, too.”
“Dig in the road for it, I suppose, or get it out of the sea yonder,” laughed Rob.
“Neither, Mister Smart Alec; I’m going to get it at that house back there.”
The stout lad indicated a rather tumble-down dwelling, situated in the midst of a ragged orchard, which was set back some distance from the road. It had once been the home of a fisherman, but had been long deserted. Tubby knew, however, there was a well on the place, which yielded clear, cold water. Without another word to his companions, he struck off across the uneven ground toward the hut.
“Guess I could stand a drink,” said Merritt suddenly.
“Same here,” agreed Rob, and the two struck off after their rotund comrade.