“Then you think——” he began.
“There was some one up that tree,” finished Clif, impressively. “And he was there for no good.”
“Driver, let us out,” he added to the coachman.
The latter promptly drew up his horses and received his fare without a word of comment. He was too much accustomed to the vagaries of passengers in general to feel surprised.
A minute later Clif and Joy were hurriedly making their way back to the Windom villa.
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE MIDNIGHT MARAUDER.
“What do you think of it, chum?” asked Joy, as they rapidly retraced their steps.
“Hard to say,” replied Clif, briefly. “Perhaps a plot to rob the house.”