“Good heavens! Were any of the scouts hurt in the fight?”
“No, but I guess they were pretty well frightened,—eh?”
“I should say so! What are we going to do about it—go out and bring them home?” said Mr. Bentley.
“Oh, the cop told me they were now at a hotel in Freedom, as they had to be on hand to testify to certain things. I suppose they will be home to-morrow.”
“Let me hear from you if you hear anything new, will you?” asked Mr. Bentley.
“Yes, and you do the same,” replied Mr. Allison.
Hardly had both men hung up the receivers before the telephone bell at the Lee house tinkled. May answered the call. Two men were trying to get her. One said to the other: “Get off of this wire—it’s busy.”
Then the other replied: “I called the number first—I heard you come in——Now get off, I have to tell this party a very important story.”
“Ho! that sounds like Allison’s voice—is it you?”
“Yes,—is this Bentley?” asked the other voice.