"Stand still, fellows. I've got you grouped nicely, now. Look pleasant, and as if you didn't know you were being snapped. There you are, with the ruins as a background. Thank you."
"Frank, there's some one watching us from the bushes yonder," whispered Bluff.
"You're right, and I think I can guess. Jerry, you know! Call him over here. I've an idea he wants to speak to us, and yet seems afraid, for some reason. Perhaps he knows the sheriff is around somewhere," said Frank.
Upon which Jerry took a few steps forward, and waving his hand, called out:
"Andy! No use hiding; we see you! Come here!"
CHAPTER XXIII
DOCTOR WILL TO THE FRONT
There was a little hesitation.
Then the figure in the bushes came rapidly toward them. It was Andy Lasher, just as they had guessed. He looked dreadfully worried, as though he found himself up against a problem that overtaxed his abilities; for Andy was only a boy, though for a long time he had been the acknowledged bully of Centerville.