The boy rested his hand on the top step as he stared fearfully into the room.

His palm came away with a great crimson splotch.

But he was not satisfied yet.
He must be sure--sure! He passed around the building as the men had done and crossed the truck patch to the mouth of the lane.

Here he slid through the fence into the corn-field, and, well sheltered, worked his way down the rows.

Presently he heard a distant sound--a splash--surely it was a splash--.
A little later the men came up the lane, to disappear in the direction of the tavern.