“Yes, siree!” responded the policeman. “A feller rode up; an’ though it wasn’t so easy to hear inside those thick walls, I could tell from the excited way he an’ the guard began to chin that somethin’ was up.”
“Go on!” cried the highly gratified Bob Somers.
“I pressed me ear to the door, an’ by listenin’ hard, managed to catch a lot. ‘I tell you the same bunch has jist rid’ up to the house,’ says one. ‘They know all about us; an’ ye kin be sure the perlice ain’t fur behind ’em.’”
Bob laughed gleefully.
“What happened then?” he demanded.
“Purty soon one of ’em yells: ‘So-long, Warren. We’re goin’ to skip. Don’t be skeered. Ye’ll git out soon.’ But say, Bob, what do you know about it?”
The lad immediately explained.
Jed opened his eyes wide with astonishment.
“So yours was the crowd, eh?” he cried. “Wal, wal! I wonder if I’ll ever git over this, Bob. But fire away. I want to hear the rest o’ your story.”
Warren followed every word with the utmost eagerness. A flash in his eye and a tightening of the lips indicated his feelings when he heard about the attack on Tom Clifton.