“It does look like it,” admitted Chub, reluctantly. “But then you’re too smart for us, anyway, I suppose.”
“Huh,” grunted the farmer, suspiciously.
“We might as well sit down and take it easy while we wait,” said Chub to the others. “Me for a nice spot in the shade.”
He moved down the shore a little way and Roy and Dick followed. When they sat down under the shade of the trees they were out of hearing of the farmer.
[CHAPTER XII]
THE TABLES TURNED
“Anybody got anything to suggest?” Chub asked softly.
“If we rushed him all at once, the three of us,” said Dick, “we could get aboard all right. You know very well he wouldn’t dare shoot at us.”