“Trust me,” observed Hazel’s brother.
But Jack and Walter found little to repay them for their inspection of the barn. It was a dilapidated building, almost tumbling down in fact, and contained nothing save some wisps of hay and straw. In one corner, though, was a pile of old feed bags, arranged as a rude bed.
“Tramps been sleeping here,” observed Walter. “Maybe those two men.”
“Maybe,” agreed Jack.
But that was all they could gather, and they came out.
“Now for the house,” suggested Walter.
“There’s some sort of lane over there, leading to the cow shed,” said Cora. “Suppose you look in that building.”
“Might as well,” agreed Jack. And it was in approaching the smaller farm building through the grass-grown lane that they made a discovery.
“There’s been an auto in here!” cried Paul, as he saw some depressions in the ground. “An auto has been driven in here and out again. I can see two sets of wheel marks plainly.”
“Did one tire have a vulcanized patch on?” Cora asked eagerly. “Mine had.”