"No, it's Philadelphia this time. Perhaps I'll land one of our Quaker
friends."

"Don't be so sure. The Quakers may be slow but they generally know what
they are doing."

More thunder interrupted the conversation at this point, and when it
was resumed the two men talked in such low tones that only an occasional
word could be caught by the two boys.

"They surely must be rascals," remarked Ned, in a whisper. "I'm half of
a mind to have them locked up."

"That's easier said than done," answered Joe. "Besides, we haven't any
positive proofs against them."

The wind was now rising, and it soon blew so furiously that the two boys
were forced to seek the shelter of the woodshed, since they did not
deem it wise to enter the lodge so long as the two men were inside. They
waited in the shed for fully half an hour, when, as suddenly as it had
begun, the storm let up and the sun began to peep forth from between the
scattering clouds.

"Now we can go home if we wish," said Joe. "But for my part, I'd like to
stay and see what those men do, and where they go to."

"Yes, let us stay by all means," answered the rich youth.

They waited a few minutes longer and then Ned suggested that they look
into the window of the lodge once more. The hermit's boy was willing,