burst into a chorus of laughter.
"Huh!" sneered Hen, though his face went very red.

"You fellows think you're the only winds that ever blew." "You wrong us, Hen," declared Tom solemnly.

"Not one of us would lay any claim to 'blowing' as much as you do." One thing the boys had noted, even while carrying on their conversation, and that was that no sounds of shots had come to their ears.

The chances were that Mr.Fits had gained so on his pursuers that the latter had given up the chase.
Presently appetite asserted itself, and dinner was prepared and eaten.
It was after the meal that Constable Dock and his deputy came by the door.
"Any thing in there to eat, youngsters ?" inquired the constable, looking in through the doorway.
"Plenty, I think.

Come in, sir--you and your friend," Dick made answer.
The boys bustled about, making coffee, broiling steak and reheating the potatoes that had been left over from their own meal.