have been around, and I—well, I don't like it."
"Who was around?" asked Tom.
"Mr. Flockley, for one," and Minnie bit her lip, for she had not forgotten how that dudish collegian had once insulted her,—the time the Rover boys had come to her rescue, as related in detail in "The Rover Boys at College."
"Did he come to the house?" asked Sam.
"Oh, no, he merely walked through the orchard. But I guess he saw some of the packages."
"He didn't speak to you, did he?" asked Dick, bluntly.
"I didn't give him the chance. When I saw him, I walked into the house, and he didn't dare to follow me."
It was almost supper time, and the boys had arranged to remain at the Sanderson homestead, instead of going to the rather poor hotel at Ashton. They had a merry time with the others over the repast, and then, even though it was late, they went down to the barn to inspect the boxes and bundles comprising the Dartaway.
"Everything seems to be all right," said Dick. "We ought to be able to put her together in a day, if we all work hard enough."
"We'll get up at six in the morning," said Sam.
So it was arranged, and Mr. Sanderson said he would call them. But this was unnecessary, for
