"We want their names and we are bound to have them," put in Ben, following up Dave's bold manner, now that he saw the farmer was growing uneasy.
"The boys were named Nat Poole and Link Merwell. But they wanted their names kept secret."
"What did they tell you?"
"They said a lot of the toughest lads in the school were going to disguise themselves an' come down here and cut up like Indians, and maybe rob me of some chickens, an' I had better be on the watch for 'em. One said I might scare 'em by saying I saw ghosts, and I said that was a good idee. So I called Billy an' told him about the ghosts, an' we got the shotguns. But as true as I stand here I shot up into the air. I didn't want to hit anybody, an' if any lad got as much as one shot in him I'm sorry."
"That is all we want to know, Mr. Marcy," returned Dave. "We thank you for the information," and he started to walk away, followed by Ben.
"But see here—if anybody is hurted" cried Mike Marcy. "Sure, I don't want trouble"
"We won't say any more about it—since you didn't mean to hit anybody," answered Dave. "But after this never shoot at us again."
