"And you'd better bring Tom's flashlight.

It will be dark before we get back." The battery of the flashlight having had a good rest, now furnished an excellent light again.
As the two chums set off at a trot Greg inquired: "Now what are that pair up to ?" "Being one of the four pin-heads belonging to this outfit," Tom made solemn reply, "I can only guess." "Then what's your guess ?" quizzed Danny Grin.
"From the sound that wagon makes rolling over the rough road," Tom answered, "I judge that it's headed for the village.

If it is, Dick is going to send in a note by the driver, and thus save one or two of us the tiresome sixteen-mile round trip." Which proved to be a very correct guess, for Prescott and Darrin, returning three quarters of an hour later, informed the others that Dick had halted the driver, asking the farmer to wait while the note was being written.
"I sent the note to the post-master," Dick.

went on.

"If he and the other folks in the village take enough interest in the matter, I imagine a constable will be sent up to-morrow." "Perhaps to-night," hinted Dalzell.
"If you were a constable," asked Tom, "would you want to be pulled out of your bed and sent on such a trip in the night time ?" "I'll tell you one thing that we fellows want to do," hinted Darrin, a few minutes later.