"Koswell and Larkspur!" exclaimed Sam. "Are you sure?"
"Tom is right," replied Dick.
"Who was the third fellow?"
"I don't know. He looked like a farmer to me."
"Did you see the money on the table?" broke out Tom. "They must have been gambling!"
"It looked that way to me, Tom."
"If they were, all I've got to say, that third fellow better look out for Koswell and Larkspur," continued Tom. "They are sharpers at cards, so Dudd Flockley once told me. He said they got him to put up his money a number of times and each time they won. He was inclined to think they didn't play fairly."
"Well, knowing them as we do, I'd say they wouldn't be above cheating," said Sam. "But what in the world can they be doing in this out-of-the-way place?"
"That remains to be found out," replied his big brother. "Maybe they were on the road and ran here for shelter from the hailstorm."
"I'm not afraid of them, Dick," said Tom.
"Neither am I, Tom, you know that."
"Then what's the use of keeping out of sight? I'd rather go in there and give them a thrashing, like the one we gave them on that island."
