It was as though he had been on the verge of uttering words that must not be spoken.
Dick Prescott found himself obliged to turn his eyes away.

It was altogether too pitiful, the look in old Reuben Hinman's shriveled face.

In his misery the small, stooped peddler looked still smaller and more bent.
Tom soon came along, carrying a lantern and followed by Dave, the latter yawning every step of the way.
"Now, which way are we going to look first ?" Reade inquired.
"I've been thinking that over," Dick replied.

"It seems to me that the sanest course will be to start right at the scene of the robbery.

From there we may get a clue that we can follow somewhere." "Yes, that's as good a course as any," nodded Darrin, who had received some of the particulars of the affair from Reade.
So the three high school boys started off down the road together, old Reuben Hinman trudging tirelessly along with them, acting like a man in a trance.
At last they came to the old, red wagon.