Harry, you and Bandy take the front.

You are both good runners.

If Mr.Baldwin and his dog get after us, attract his attention in some manner." "And get him after us ?" "That's the idea." "Jupiter! I wish I had brought a gun for that dog! Bandy, you are liable to have to use those crooked legs of yours in a decidedly lively manner before the night is over." When everything was arranged Harry and Bandy advanced along the road, going forward slowly, while Frank, Blossom and Little made a detour and came into the orchard.
The hearts of the boys were in their throats, and still there was something about the adventure that filled them with the keenest delight.
Each one had secured a club, and they were ready to give the dog a warm reception if he came for them.
Little watched beneath a tree, while Merriwell and Blossom slipped up to one of the sheds which had a favorable look.
In the meantime Rattleton and Robinson had got near the front of the house and were hiding in a ditch, waiting and listening.
"I am surprised that Merriwell should agree to take a hand in this," whispered Harry.

"He is a queer chap--has scruples about doing certain things.

I thought he would object to hooking out a turk." "Oh, such a thing as this isn't really stealing," protested Robinson.
"It is different." "In our minds, but not in the mind of Farmer Baldwin, by a long shot.