"And plenty of papers to go with it?"
"Ye-es."
"You got it from four men?"
"No; I didn't."
"Well, from one of four men, then? Tell me the truth."
"Ye-es."
"What did you do to please the four men?"
Alf Drew shifted uneasily from one foot to the other, and then back
again.
"Come! Speak up!" Reade insisted sternly.
"You're wasting our time. What did you do for the four men?"
"I didn't do anything," Alf evaded.
"What did you tell them, then?" Reade wanted to know.
"They asked me a few questions."
"Of course; and you answered the questions."
"Well, I-----"
"What did the men want to know about?" pressed Tom, the look in his
eyes growing sterner still.
"They wanted to know how many men Jim Ferrers had," admitted the
Drew boy.
"Oh, I see," pondered Tom aloud, a half smile creeping into his
face. "They were guessing the size of Ferrers's army, were they?"
"I---I guess so," Alf replied.
"And you told them-----?"
"I told 'em the camp was made up of you and Mr.
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