“I don’t know.”
“Outside, prob’ly. An’ you never suspected that they was followin’ you?”
“No.”
Poppy chuckled in my ear.
“Uncle Abner isn’t so dumb, huh?”
“Sh-h-h-h!” I hissed. “There he is.”
Having again come to the door of the cave, the old man took a sweeping look here and there, as though studying the general lay of things, then pointed his cane directly at our hiding place.
“If they’re here,” says he sharply, “they’re hidin’ behind that bush. Fur it’s the biggest an’ nearest one.”
Gee! Caught by surprise we had no chance to dig out.
“Um ...” old whiskers grunted savagely, as we stood up. “I thought as much. Now, jest march in here, you young scallawags, an’ give an account of yourselves.”