“What is?” asked Don.
“That Jasy’s going over to see the old boy now. Say, Don, put up that book, and see how near my deduction comes to the truth.”
“Which means, I suppose, that you’re going over there yourself?” asked Don.
“You guessed it the first time. Coming?”
“Having aroused my curiosity so much about the mysterious peasant, I think I will,” responded Don. “It adds a touch of activity to a day otherwise full of perfect repose.”
CHAPTER XXI—THE ARREST
The cheerful glow was fading from the sky when Don and Bobby Dunlap started out in quest of mild adventure.
The boys walked leisurely—in fact so leisurely that when Don Hale had his first glimpse of the three majestic oaks which concealed the old farmhouse from view, Venus, the evening star, was making its sparkling presence known in the bluish-gray firmament.
“See here, Donny,” almost whispered Bobby, “I don’t think we ought to make this a conventional visit. In our present capacity as detectives I feel that we’re justified in using any means at all to trap this old codger. Let’s steal up and do a little spying ourselves.”
“Just the scheme,” approved Don.