“They went inside and I lingered around for a while to see if there would be anything doing; but as all was quiet along that section of the pike, I drove along a little farther until I sights a young heck cutting wood. In a minute I was framed up against him, handing him the wise talk; and he told me all he knew—that is, all of it that I wanted to hear. The people at the old house in the woods had only come last night. As far as he knew a man and a woman arrived then—late. But this morning about a dozen men landed. He had no idea what was up; but he had a kind of hunch that it wasn’t quite level. So after that I got back to the station and caught a train for New York.”
“It’s Forrester and the girl Anna,” said Austin, promptly.
“Precisely.” Kenyon picked up a time-table and began studying it. “I rather think I’ll pay them a visit to-night.”
“Good,” cried the other. “And shall I go with you?”
“Glad to have you.” Kenyon then went to the ’phone and called up Webster.
“What is it,” answered the young man from Chicago.
“Another adventure. Are you game for it?”
“Only try me,” came the eager reply.
“Very well, I’ll pick you up on the way to the station.”
The motor-car which Kenyon ordered was announced, and he and Austin had drawn on their overcoats when the little pugilist said: