"Frank!" he exclaimed, "was that the queer cry you fellows told me you heard those two times you were up here?"
"I think it was," replied the other; "but please don't go to getting excited over it, Jerry. You know we agreed it was none of our business whether a peacock on the lawn or a dog in his kennel let out that yawp. The only thing that interests me about it is the fact that we have proof that the high board fence around Mr. Dennison's place ought to loom up any minute now."
Hardly had Frank said this than Bluff broke in with his customary abruptness.
"Right now I can see a little patch of the same fence over yonder, Frank. Notice that big beech, and look under the slanting limbs. How about it, am I right?"
He was immediately assured that his eyes had not deceived him, for it was certainly a small section of the tall fence that he had discovered.
"I hope you will go close enough anyway," ventured Jerry, "so I can see that strand of cruel barbed wire you say runs along the top of the fence."
"Oh! there's no reason you should be cheated out of that little favor," he was told by the leader. "The fact is we have to pass close to the fence in order to strike that trail through the woods."
"The one he took when he struck my trap, and set my flashlight off, eh, Frank?" asked Will.
"Of course it was that trail and no other," said Frank; "you remember we followed it before, and came to the Point. We also agreed that it was used by the old gentleman once in a while when he took a notion to go down to the lake."
"Well, here's the fence, Jerry!" observed Bluff, as they came to a full stop.