"Yes. He never peeped a word about it, for a fact!"
"And he carried a bag. We supposed he had clothes in that, but now I'm of the opinion that it might have been food," said Frank.
"For his hiding father? Frank, it takes you to see through these mysteries. Ten to one, you solve the ghost racket before we go back."
"Don't be too sure. I may slip up on that; but I may as well hint, even now, that I've got, a sort of vague idea in connection with an explanation there. Later on I'm going to try and prove it out. But say nothing to the others until I give you permission."
"Of course not. It's your say in the matter. But what can Andy be thinking of? Perhaps he means to help smuggle his dad out of the States, into Canada, when the coast is clear. Anyhow, I can't help feeling sorry for the fellow. It shows that he has something good in him, just as I always said."
"That's so, Jerry. Any fellow who stands up for his father can't be all bad."
"All right, Frank. Glad to hear you say so. What do you want to ask me?"
"Have you any idea about the matter? Can you give a guess what the escaped convict would be doing up here all this time?"
"What date is that paper, Frank?"
"Some three months back. The man has been loose all that time."