“I overheard a large part of the scheme by listening just outside of the kitchen door that opens on the entry.”
“Then it was a gang of robbers you found at the house?” said Joe, in open-mouthed wonder.
“I found a man and two boys,” answered Dick. “But before I say anything more we’ll unharness the team and make them comfortable for the night.”
The two boys lost no time getting the horses into the barn and putting before them a plentiful supply of oats.
“Did you ever run across a fellow named Tim Bunker in Walkhill?” asked Dick, taking up the thread of his story again, as he dived into their provision hamper and fished up a couple of egg sandwiches, one of which he handed to his chum, with the remark that time was precious and that was all he might expect to eat for some hours.
“I’ve heard of Tim Bunker,” said Joe, with a nod, as they walked toward the road. “He’s a hard nut. What about him?”
“He’s mixed up in this affair.”
“Is that so? Can’t say I’m much surprised.”
“And who do you imagine the other boy to be?”
“I couldn’t guess.”