The two men came closer to the boys, one of them filling and lighting a cob pipe as he approached.
"Is the name of it the 'Hawk?'" went on Matt.
"Right again," said the man who had been doing the talking.
His eyes were like gimlets, and bored their way into Matt through narrow slits.
"Who's the owner of the Hawk?" asked Matt.
"I'm the owner, and my name's Hector Brady. If Jerrold has sent you here——"
"I don't know any one by the name of Jerrold. Who is he, and why should he send me here?"
The sharp little eyes continued to study Matt.
"Before I say anything more," answered Brady, "you'd better tell me a little about yourself."
"I don't know as that's necessary, or——"