As the day turned into twilight, the young lads mounted their horses and went home, leaving Bartlett alone on the farm, under the hostile gazes of the townsfolk.
At that moment, Bartlett was leaning against a pile of hay near the storeroom, quietly waiting for the little thieves to show up. It was indeed a cold autumn night, and he donned a grey, coarse cloak to keep warm.
Old Samuel said that the thieves had been stealing almost every day this month. Though they hadn't taken much each time, the accumulated loss was significant. More importantly, he was concerned that if one day the thieves not only stole things but also intended to harm people, then things would get serious.
After hearing the farmer's description, the Barbarian had a little guess about the identity of the thieves. But he could not be sure yet, he would have to wait until the thieves appeared.
