information to go on. More likely Mr. Foger is going to try some new ventures to get back his lost fortune."
"Well, I hope he and Andy keep away from us. They make trouble everywhere they go. Now come on, get busy."
And, though Tom tried to drive from his mind the thoughts of the Fogers, yet it was with an uneasy sense of some portending disaster that he went on with the work of preparing for the trip into the unknown. He said nothing to Ned about it, but perhaps his chum guessed.
"That'll do," said Tom after an hour's labor. "We'll call it a night's work and quit. Can't you stay here—We've got several spare beds."
"No, I'm expected home."
"I'll walk a ways with you," said Tom, and when he had left his chum at his house our hero returned by a street that would take him past the Foger residence. It was shrouded in darkness.
"Everybody's cleared out," said Tom in a low voice as he glanced at the gloomy house. "Well, all I hope is that they don't camp on our trail."
