In their immediate path was a small one room shack which evidently served as a gardener’s tool house.
“Well, I hope someone is home,” Dan remarked. “We’ve had a long, hard walk.”
Even as he spoke, a short, wiry man in overalls came out of the gardener’s house.
“You boys want something?” he asked, blocking their way.
“Why, yes,” said Brad. He explained that he and Dan were Cub Scouts in search of odd jobs for their organization.
“Well, there’s nothing here for you,” the man answered briefly.
“We’d like to talk to the owner of the property, if you please.”
“You can’t see him. The master doesn’t like visitors.”
“Who is the owner?” inquired Dan curiously.
“Never mind. The point is, you’ll find no work here. I attend to all the odd jobs.”