"Stop, or I'll shoot!" cried Roy.
"Oh!" screamed Grace, covering her ears.
"Good bluff, all right," complimented Allen. "But it won't work."
Nor did it. Roy's bright idea went for naught, for the men still crashed on. They were lost sight of now behind a screen of bushes, but the boys were not going to give up the pursuit so easily.
"Come on!" called Allen. "We'll have them in another minute! They can't get over the stone wall."
"Stone wall?" echoed Henry.
"Sush! It was another bluff, just as my threat was to shoot," cautioned Roy. "It may turn them back."
But it did not. Evidently the men knew the grounds about Edgemere as well as did the boys, for there was no sign of a halt in their headlong pace. On they crashed through bushes and underbrush, dodging among the trees of the garden, and minding not the flower beds they trampled under foot.
"They're getting away from us," remarked Henry, who was panting along beside Allen.
"Yes, they evidently had a line of retreat all marked out."