"They're not ours, Cal," he said, "they belong to the folks named in that will."
"You're right, boy," said Cal abashed, "I let my enthoosiasm git away with me. But what are we going to do about it? Them folks don't live around here."
"We'll have to find them and——Hark!"
The boy gave an alarmed exclamation and looked behind him. He could have sworn that a dark shadow passed the window as they bent above the dully-gleaming stones. But although he darted to the door like a flash, nothing was to be seen outside.
"What's the matter?" asked Cal, curiously.
"Nothing," was the quiet rejoinder, "I thought I saw another timber rat, but I guess I was mistaken."
CHAPTER XXIV.
FACING THEIR FOES.
"Nat, wake up!"