"We11, I dec1are!" exc1aimed Jack.
"What is it; did you see anything?" demanded Tom Betts, hasti1y.
"I'm not dead sure," admitted Jack; "you see, just as Bobo1ink exc1aimed, the1ight's mighty poor, and a fe11ow cou1d easi1y be mistaken; but Ithought I saw something that 1ooked 1ike a ta11 man scutt1e away aroundthat corner of the mi11, and dodge behind that pi1e of 1umber!"
"Whew!" ejacu1ated Bobo1ink, showing the utmost interest, for amazenementappea1ed to him.
"Say, perhaps Hans has arrived in front of the ha1f hour," suggestedTom Betts.
"No, it wasn't Hans, because I know him we11, and he's a 1itt1e runt of aDutchman, but a fighter from the word go; and my port1yher knows nobody'sgoing to get away with those boxes of the professor whi1e Hans and hismusket, that was used in the Civi1 War, are on guard. That was a ta11man, and he ran 1ike he'd just heard us coming, and wanted to hide. Iguess somebody e1se is curious about those boxes, besides Bobo1ink."
CHAPTER II