"Yes," nodded Bob, curiously regarding a rude broad hut occupying an elevated space just beyond the flower field.
"Well, take my bundle. That's it. Now don't sthir till I come out. Crouch down among these bushes. I've got to get into that building to make my plans good."
"What is it, anyhow?" inquired Bob.
"They call it the House of Tears," was the rather singular reply of Stoodles.
CHAPTER XXIII
READY FOR ACTION
"I wonder what he has gone in there for?" thought Bob Vilett, as Stoodles disappeared in the direction of the House of Tears.
Bob had not long to wait. Stoodles came back as silently as he had gone.
"Aisy, lad!" he warned. "There's people about."
"I don't see any."