“I’ll bet he’s found our sandwiches,” grumbled Durfee. “I say we sneak out and have a look.”
“You do it,” suggested Alf. “You’re small. Don’t let him hear you, though.” So Durfee scrambled across the sill and crept to the corner of the building. In a moment he was back and whispering agitatedly.
“It’s a kid, and he’s eating up the sandwiches, fellows! Let’s scare him.”
“All together, then,” said Alf. “O-o-oh!”
They all joined in the dismal groan, repeated it, and then listened for results. But there was no sound of frightened footsteps on the road.
“Has he gone?” whispered Tom.
“I don’t believe so.” Alf put a foot over the sill. “I’m going to see.”
“So’m I,” muttered Dan. They crept to the corner and then Dan waved his hand to the others, and one by one they followed. What they saw filled them with amazement. On the rock, his back toward them, sat a small boy. He had apparently taken the parcel of sandwiches into his lap and was very busy consuming them.
“The cheek of him!” muttered Alf.