“Hold on, fellows,” whispered Fred, excitedly, “that’s the very same tramp I met over in the old Meeker House.”
“Sure about that?” asked George quickly.
“Yes, it’s the same man.”
“Come on, then,” said George, “We’ll go up and interview him.”
The tramp now was seated on the stone step and hungrily was devouring the breakfast which had been given him.
“How long since you have been in the old Meeker House?” inquired Fred as he approached the stranger.
As the man looked up he recognized his companion of the former night and a smile spread over his countenance. “I just came from there,” he said.
“Were you in the house all night?” demanded Fred quickly.
“Yes. Why?”
“Did you hear any strange sounds?”