"If you are dead set on doing more business you might go out and put goggles on the mules.

Perhaps then they might not see so much to bray at." This badinage was kept up for some little time, so that the prowlers in the cornfield might not suspect that their presence were known to the campers.
All of the party were wondering how the Mystery Man knew that they were being watched, for none of the Overlanders had heard the slightest sound in the direction of the cornfield, and their ears, after all their campaigning, were always on the alert.

Jeremiah was a man of many mysteries.
Grace invited him to share their hospitality for the night, which he acknowledged by rising and favoring them with another profound bow.
"I will sleep in the open, if I may be permitted to do so--as before," he murmured.

In the same low tone, he added: "I don't just like the location of your camp." "Why not, sir ?" asked Miss Briggs.
"Too many ears in the cornfield, and besides--" Emma Dean uttered a dismal groan.

Her companions burst out laughing, Jeremiah regarding them with eyes that twinkled and laughed, though the face remained almost expressionless.
"Is it not true ?" he asked.
"Yes.