"Another thing I'd like to say, if you will permit me. Were I in your place, I wouldn't go into the woods back there alone. There are people hanging about this estate who are little better than tramps."
"What do you mean?" asked Grace.
"The news has been circulated that the Presbys are going to lose the old place. There are a choice lot of gentlemen nosing about here hoping to get a clue to the treasure before another owner takes charge. I heard yesterday that some fellow from the city is planning to put men to work here systematically. I don't know how true it is."
"They wouldn't dare to dig for treasure on another man's property," retorted Ruth indignantly.
"They wouldn't have to dig until they had located the treasure. Then they might dig it up in the night and be off before anyone else was the wiser."
"I don't believe there is any danger in our going where we please about these grounds. I have been here a good many times, Mr. Stevens, and you are the first stranger I have ever met on the grounds," declared Ruth.
"There are two men back there in the woods now," answered Bob carelessly.
The girls stopped short and stood gazing at the forest that lay beyond the Indian burying ground.
Stevens nodded.