“Hark!” he cried. “I think I heard something.”
“It was the wind,” declared one.
“A bird in the bushes,” said another.
“I’m going to see!” declared the man. And he came straight toward their hiding place.
CHAPTER XVI
JOE SUSPECTS SOMETHING
“What’ll we do, Blake?” was the whispered question.
“Stay here, I guess. If we run they’ll see us or hear us. Besides, we haven’t done anything to run for.”