“Easy.”
“Are you willing to try it?”
“Sure.”
“I’d go myself, but I believe you can work that end of it better than I can.”
The two moved down toward the old house. Under the shed was the buckboard, so they were assured that Fellman, no matter what his game, had at least put up there for the night. They were standing quite close to the fence surrounding the house when Murray said:
“See there!”
A dark object was seen stealing toward them.
“It’s a Siberian,” said Ike.
“Hang the beast,” muttered Murray; “we will have to betray ourselves in knocking him over.”
“Don’t you believe it; just leave him to me.”