"But Mr. Tingley will help you."
"Maybe. But if Blent can't prove this hatched up business against me, he'll keep right on persecuting me, if I don't light out. An' I believe I found something, Miss Ruth."
"Your uncle's money?"
"I wouldn't say that. But I was goin' to break into another little cave if I'd got hold of that mattock. The mouth is under the debris that fell with the landslide. It was about where Uncle Pete said he hid his treasure box. Poor Uncle Pete! Losin' that box was what sent him off his head complete, like."
This had been said too low for the others to hear. But now Daggett came forward and clamped his big paw on Jerry's shoulder.
"Come along, you!" commanded the constable, jerking his prisoner toward the sledge.
"Oh, isn't it a mean, mean shame?" cried Helen Cameron.
"Wish that old Blent was my size," grumbled Busy Izzy, clenching his fists and glaring at the real estate man.
"I wish I could do something at the present moment to help you, Sheming," said Mr. Tingley, his expression very angry. "But don't be afraid. You have friends. I shall come right over to Keller's court, and I shall hire a lawyer to defend you."
"You kin do all ye like," sneered Blent, as the sledge started with the prisoner. "But I'll beat ye. And ye'll pay for tryin' to balk me, too."