nearly noon
This , for a moment , seemed to free the man of suspicion , although , as Garry told himself , the man had not said or done anything to warrant their being suspicious of him . Garry was simply following the wise rule not to tell any more about yourself than the other person does to you . They chatted for some time about many things concerning the woods , and while the boys were careful not to mention anything that would give the man who called himself Fernald any inkling as to their mission , they could not help notice but that he was trying very hard to pump them as to their reason for going to the particular part of Maine for which they were bound . By this time , it was nearly noon and Fernald volunteered the information that there was a restaurant in the station of a little town where they would make their next stop , and at which the train would stop long enough to allow them to get their lunch . Just before the train drew into the station , Fernald remarked in a bantering tone , `` I suppose you fellows know there is considerable smuggling going on all the time , across the International line . '' Garry looked up quickly , and met the stranger 's quizzical glance squarely . `` Why , I suppose I have heard about as much of it as the average citizen of Maine has .