Andy simply rested. There was no further call on the telephone. Finally he arose abruptly to his feet.
The sound of wagon wheels came from the front of the house. A minute later footsteps echoed on the steps. A key grated in the front door lock. The door swung open.
"Hi—Hello! Who are you?" sang out a brusque, challenging voice.
The minute the newcomer entered the hall his eyes fell on Andy. They became filled with dark suspicion. He was a powerfully-built, intellectual-looking man. Andy believed he was the proprietor of the premises, although he did not resemble a farmer.
This man kicked the door shut behind him. He made a pounce on Andy and grabbed his arm.
"Let me explain "—began Andy.
"How did you get in here?" retorted the man, his brow darkening.
"By an open window—I was waiting—"
"Let's have a closer look at you," interrupted the newcomer.
Dragging Andy with him, the speaker threw open the parlor door. That room was lighter, but as he crossed its threshold he uttered a wild shout.