"You bet I mean it!" he declared.
"Keep your weather eye peeled, Jed.

They'll be comin' 'most any time now.

And if you have ANY sense you'll let 'em the house.

So long!" He drove away in his little car.

Jed Winslow, left standing in the shop doorway, staring after him, groaned in anxious foreboding.
He groaned a good many times during the next few hours.