don't believe it."

"Dunno," said Beany. "Don't you know how you feel it back of
your neck when anybody looks in the window? I know it just like
that. An' we got to do this job all alone. I don't like his
looks neither. Awful smooth' but' murderin'. Are you game,
Porky, to land him ourselves?"

"Sure!" said Porky. "Ain't I alwus? What comes first?"

"Le's think," said Beany.





CHAPTER IV

REVELATIONS AT THE FLOWER-HOUSE


You would not have thought they were thinking at all as they sat
on the broad brick steps, holding their chins in their right
hands, left hands twisting their puttee lacers. They talked
occasionally but not of the yellow-eyed man who was even then
laughing and talking to the Colonel.

They came out a few minutes later, and "Captain DuChassis," as
the Colonel called him, ran lightly down and drove off toward the
clubhouse. The Colonel stood looking after him, and the two boys