But I'm going to do my own watching and gather some of my own information.

See, there are the lights on that trail beyond, and there are several lights.

It looks like a caravan moving down the trail." "A caravan ?" Harry repeated.

"Of what ?" "I don't know, Harry.

That's what I'm here to-night to find out." Brisk, soft walking brought them nearer and nearer to the twinkling lights along the trail that ran into their own road at a point lower down.
"I wish I knew what on earth Tom is thinking about," Harry muttered to himself.