Coming a little closer, the boys were able to see Brady and Dennison.
Brady had his coat off and his shirt sleeves rolled up. He was holding a heavy wrench in his hand and had evidently been working with the motor when Dennison presented himself. The two men were talking, and Matt and Ferral were able to hear what passed between them.
"What did you say your name was?" inquired Brady, evidently distrustful.
"Gammon," answered Dennison. "I'm a pal o' Ochiltree's."
"Where's Harper?"
"He stayed behind at Ochiltree's house."
"Why was that? I told Harper to come and to bring Ochiltree with him."
"I'll tell ye the why of it, Brady. Ye see, the perlice are watchin' Ochiltree good and hard, an' if he was seen comin' here with Harper, the two of 'em might be follered. Ochiltree got word ter me ter come an' put the situation up to you, an' to tell ye that he an' Harper 'u'd be along when it got dark, as it wasn't safe ter come in broad day."
"I see," muttered Brady, studying Dennison with his gimlet eyes.
"Harper said ye had two more men with ye," went on Dennison, playing his game easily and evidently edging closer for a chance to lay hold of Brady and make him a prisoner. "Where are they?"