But the farmer strode to the door, closed it, turned the key in the lock, and dropped the key into his pocket.
“[You’ll stay where you are] a bit longer,” he snarled. “I ain’t decided yet what to do with you.” Then, before either Roy or Dick remembered the back door, he had headed them off in that direction as well, and, with both keys in his pocket, was master of the situation.
[CHAPTER XXV]
MR. EWING IS SUSPICIOUS
Dick looked eagerly at Roy, but Roy shook his head. So far they had done nothing to merit punishment, but if they set on the farmer he would have good cause for complaint against them. Besides, as Roy realized, it was doubtful if they could overcome Mr. Ewing in a tussle. Roy perched himself on the counter again and shrugged his shoulders.
“You’re making a fool of yourself,” he said, “just as I begged you not to do.” The farmer paid no heed to him.
“You get your things off, Amanda,” he said, “and look around and see just what’s gone. I reckon if these fellers own up to nine dollars’ worth you’ll find a heap more than that missing!”
“You’re a horrid, ugly, suspicious old man!” cried Harry, hotly. “And just as soon as I get back to the boat I’m going to tell my father on you!”
Mr. Ewing regarded her thoughtfully.