two lads as they talked in tones too low for him to hear, strain his ears
as he would.

"Well, I guess I don't need to hear 'em," he told himself. "I can guess
what it's all about."

He rolled over and went to sleep.

But the nature of the lads' conversation was a whole lot different from
what Stubbs thought it was, though it concerned the little man himself.

"Something wrong with him," said Chester.

"Right you are," agreed Hal. "Talks like we had offended him or
something."

"Maybe he just wants to keep us guessing."

"That might be it. Anyhow, if he doesn't tell us to-morrow, I'm going to
tell him what I think of him."

"Then he won't talk," said Chester.

"We might be able to get him mad enough to make him talk," returned Hal.

"By Jove! so we might," said Chester. "We'll have a try at it to-morrow
if it's necessary."

"All right. Then let's turn in. I've a feeling it's going to be a
strenuous day to-morrow."