"Then draw hither and list, my brave comrades," whispered the younger Racer lad as they gathered about the lantern.
CHAPTER XIII
THE DISCOVERY
"What are you going to do?" demanded Frank. "Nothing that we can get caught at, I hope."
"Nixy," replied Andy. "You see, he's coming this way, and he's all togged up—even to his tall hat."
"Maybe he's going calling," suggested Jack.
"He won't, after we get through with him," went on the younger brother. "I saw a basket full of chaff and bran over there in the corner. Now what I'm going to do is to put it on the edge of this low door through which they used to take in the hay. Just when Old Thorny gets under it that basket will fall, and——"
"You mean it will be pushed—it won't fall," suggested Ward.
"Well, what's the difference?" asked Andy, "as long as the chaff goes all over Thorny?"
"I suppose we'll have to do it," spoke Frank with a sigh. "But we haven't much time. He's nearly here."