Bob was very sure of this as he heard the voice of the man.
"Yes," he was saying, "I've picked up some money in the town."
"Then why don't we go to some hotel and be comfortable?"
"What's the matter with this soft bed in such fine weather? Has a haystack got too common for you?"
"No, but if you've got money, let's enjoy it,"
"H'm! See here, we're partners, but I'm the boss."
"You act it, sure," grumbled the man with the green patch over his eye.
"I've got some money," went on the tramp, "but we're going to get so much more, that this little bit isn't worth thinking of."
"Is that so?"
"Yes, it is. We're coming back here soon to rob a place where we'll get a whole fortune."
"What place?"
"Never mind, now. Why I want to stay here till we leave town early in the morning, is because I don't want to be seen around here, so that when we come back again we won't be known—see?"
"I declare!" breathed Bob to himself. "These men are thieves! I wonder who they're going to rob?"
Bob became quite excited over what he had heard. It startled him to run across the tramp so many times in one day. He had had a poor opinion of the man all along. Now it was worse than ever. Bob fidgeted around, hardly knowing what to do next, when something happened.
