"
"What happened to-day?" asked Tom, and there was a serious
look on his face.
"You are being spied upon--at least, that part of your
works enclosed in the new fence is," replied Ned.
"You don't mean it!" Cried Tom. "This accounts for some of
it, then."
"For some of what?" asked Ned.
"For some of the actions of that Blakeson, He's been
hanging around here, I understand, asking too many questions
about things that I'm trying to keep secret--even from my
best friends," and as Tom said this Ned fancied there was a
note of regret in his voice.
"Yes, you are keeping some things secret, Tom," said Ned,
determined "to take the bull by the horns," as it were.
"I'm sorry, but it has to be," went on Tom. "In a little
while--"
"Oh, don't think that I'm at all anxious to know things!"
broke in Ned. "I was thinking of some one else, Tom--another
of your friends."
"Do you mean Mary?"
Ned nodded.
"She feels rather keenly your lack of explanations," went
on the young bank clerk. "If you could only give her a hint--"
"I'm sorry, but it can't be done," and Tom spoke firmly.
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