"
"That's right," put in Whopper. "He was running like a house
afire, too."
"Where did he go?"
Nobody knew, but some thought he might have taken to the road.
Finding his wife had not been harmed, only badly scared, Simon
Lundy ran out to the road and gazed up and down, and the boys
did the same.
"I don't see nuthin'," said Pop Lundy.
"Let us run down the road a bit, fellows," suggested Shep.
"Will ye come back?" asked the farmer, anxiously. "I---er---I
won't say nuthin' about them apples."
"Yes, we'll be back," answered Snap.
The boys spent the best part of an hour on the road, hunting up
and down for some trace of the negro, but without success. They
knew he was short and stocky and wore a light, checked suit, but
that was all.
When they returned to the farmhouse they heard Mrs. Lundy's story
in detail. She had been on the point of sweeping the sitting-room
when the negro had appeared and asked for Mr. Lundy. She had
told him her husband was out, and then the colored man had wanted
something to eat. She had refused to give him anything, and then,
seeing the watch on the mantelpiece, he had snatched the timepiece
and run.
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