“No, sir,” answered Roy. “We are just looking. Are we in the way?”
“Not a bit, not a bit. Glad to have you. Only there was a fellow here the other day buying some stuff. He was about your style and I thought maybe you wanted something too.”
“Was he a big fellow with yellow hair?” asked Chub eagerly. “With a gray sweater on?”
“Yes, I think so. Friend of yours?”
“Yes, sir. What was he buying?”
“I don’t remember; some kind of lumber; two or three sticks, I guess.”
The man went on and Roy and Chub fell to speculating eagerly on the meaning of Dick’s purchase.
“What’s he want with lumber?” asked Chub. “He couldn’t lug it back to school with him!”
“Anyway, it’s a clue,” said Roy. “Even if it doesn’t tell us anything. Let’s get home. We’ll find him and make him tell us.”