could not resist the temptation to gather up a handful and pelt his brothers.
"Stop it!" cried Sam, and then, as Tom would not stop, he rushed in with some of the hailstones in his hand and allowed them to slide down inside of Tom's collar.
"Wow!" roared the fun-loving Rover. "Let up, Sam! That feels as if I'd hit the North Pole!"
"Then you let up," answered Sam, firmly; and after that Tom let the hailstones alone.
As they neared the cottage they saw that a lantern was lit and set on a table in the centre of the living room. Around the table sat three persons, two young fellows and an older man, evidently a farmer. The three were smoking and playing cards, and on the table lay some bank-bills.
"Why, look at this!" cried Dick, in astonishment. Then he added quickly: "Get out of sight, don't show yourselves!" And he caught each of his brothers by the arm and led the pair to the rear of the building.
"What's up, Dick?" asked Sam. "Who were they?"
"Didn't you recognize those young fellows?"
"I did!" cried Tom, in a low voice. "They were Jerry Koswell and Bart Larkspur!"
