“Yes; what of it? Are you seeing things?”
“No. But it’s Freeman Hunt—I’m sure of it.”
“By ginger, I believe you are right! It does look like him, for a fact. But what can he be doing here?”
“I’ve no more idea than you. But he must be up to some mischief.”
“Reckon that’s right.”
“I tell you that where Freeman Hunt is, his father is not far off, and the rest of the gang must be about here, too. I guess it was a good thing we came out here.”
“Well, what shall we do? Go back and tell the police?”
“No. While we were gone he’d sneak away, and we might miss him altogether. I’ve got a better plan.”
“Do tell!”
“We’ll follow him at a distance and see where he goes. Then we can come back and report.”