"They may have been false," suggested the sergeant. "You've got false ones on."
"And they still itch terribly."
"Why don't you take them off?" inquired Mr. Cook. "I guess you won't need them any more to-night, will you?"
"That depends on what is going to happen," said Bob. "Have you any plans,
Sergeant?"
"I wish I had," exclaimed Riley. "What I want to find out is where this gang has its headquarters. When I know that I'll go there and pay a call."
"I know where it is," said Bob.
"You do?" demanded the sergeant in surprise. "What are you two anyway; a couple of young Sherlock Holmes?"
"Not at all," laughed Bob. "We are suspicious of a certain house though, and it might be worth while to go up there and take a look around."
"That's the stuff," exclaimed Riley eagerly. "I'll swear you all in as deputy sheriffs, and we'll get guns for yez and go up just as soon as we can."
"We're only suspicious of this house, you know," said Bob.