"I think I shall have to break up this little party," said the
physician, coming in just then. "I can't have my patient getting a
fever. You boys will excuse me, I know, if I ask you to let him get
some rest now."
"That's all right," spoke Jerry. "We'll see you to-morrow, Mr. De
Vere."
"Very well," was the answer, and the boys left the injured man to the
care of the doctor.
"Well, what do you think of that?" asked Ned, as he and his chums were
on their way to the Seabury bungalow. "Isn't it simply great?"
"Great? It's immense!" exclaimed Bob. "We're going, aren't we, Jerry?"
"If you fellows say so, and outvote me, I suppose you are."
"But you want to go, don't you, Jerry?"
"I didn't say I did not. I think we have a different man to deal with,
in this Mr. De Vere, than we had in Blowitz. I think we shall go
derelict hunting, boys."
"And maybe we'll not have sport!" exclaimed Ned.
They were soon within sight of the bungalow. The storm clouds had
continued to gather, and the moon only shone at brief intervals. The
wind was blowing considerable, and there was every evidence that it
would rain before morning.
"Guess we got in just in time," said Ned, as they entered the gateway.
As he spoke Ned came to a sudden stop. He was looking at a dark figure
which seemed to be stealing up to the bungalow.
It appeared to be that of a man, advancing so as to make no noise, and
attract no attention. The fitful gleams of moonlight showed him to be
stooping over, and, now and then, glints of light about him, indicated
that he carried a dark lantern, which he flashed at intervals to
enable him to see his way.
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