“Who’s coming?” Brad demanded.
“A couple of men. I don’t know who they are.”
“Where did you see them?” Dan asked, for as yet he heard no sound on the trail.
“Listen!” Red said, his words fairly tumbling over each other. “Fred and Mack saw ’em coming up the log road in a station wagon. When they came to the water, they parked and crossed the bridge afoot.”
“They?” Brad caught him up.
“I tell you I don’t know who they were. Fred and Mack were on this side of the log bridge. When they saw those birds coming, they hid in the woods to watch.”
“Were they seen by the men, Red?”
“I don’t think so. Mack sneaked on ahead to warn you. He’s with Chips now at the entrance to this path.”
“And the men are coming this way?”
“I didn’t wait to see, but I think so.”