“One called the other Jake,” Dan recalled. “Of course, that’s not much to go on.”
“Saul Dobbs’ name wasn’t spoken,” Brad went on. “We don’t like the man, so naturally we decide he’s in on something shady.”
“What do you think we should do?” Dan asked, willing to follow the older boy’s advice.
“I don’t know whether we should make any accusations or not,” Brad returned doubtfully. “One can’t go around accusing persons on flimsy evidence. I guess the best thing to do is saying nothing until we’ve had a chance to report this to Mr. Hatfield.”
“What about this crate of pheasants?” Dan asked. “Shall we put it back in the lean-to?”
“I don’t like to do that. Those birds need food and water right now.”
“Why not take ’em to the barn and turn them loose with the other pheasants?” Dan suggested. “Then we can explain to Mr. Silverton later on, if we need to.”
“That’s a good idea!” approved Brad. “Come on, let’s move along and find out what’s happened to Chips.”
Carrying the crate of pheasants, the three retraced their way along the dark path. At the masked entrance, there was no sign of Chips.
Brad whistled softly and the boys came quickly out of hiding.