In about fifteen minutes they reached the house which Bob had recognized, and turning to his brother, he said:
"Now, Jack, here's where our search begins. It can't be very far from here and as it's only ten o'clock now, we've got several hours to hunt."
"Wouldn't it be a good plan to inquire at the house and see if they know anything about the place?"
"Not a bad idea," agreed Bob, getting off his wheel and running it into the yard. Telling Jack, who had followed him, to hold the cycles he knocked on the door. A slovenly looking woman answered the knock, and when he explained their errand, she gave a sudden start and said rather gruffly:
"No, I don't know of no such place," and shut the door in his face.
"I'll just bet my old hat that she does, all the same," declared Bob, as he rejoined his brother, then as the latter agreed with him, he added:
"I guess we better not make any more inquiries round here; some of these people may be in league with those fellows."
Mounting, they proceeded and had gone only about a mile, when they came to where the road forked.
"Any idea which is the right road?" asked Jack, as he stopped his wheel and dismounted.
"Not an idea. Guess we'll flip a penny. Heads to the right, tails to the left, here goes."