“An excellent idea. Cram it well with the green stuff.”
The gipsy placed more of the same inside the sack.
“Now we’ll take it with us, at all risks,” said Bill.
“We’ll do so, if you like. I certainly don’t fancy leaving it here to be overhauled.”
The two companions walked through Darnell in a perfectly easy, self-satisfied sort of way.
The gipsy carried the sack into a field on the side nearest the railway station, and deposited it in a place which he considered more secure.
His judgment proved correct, for no one during the day found out its place of concealment.
“Let it bide there till such time as you make up your mind to put it away, or dispose of its contents,” said the gipsy, as he and Peace took their way over the fields.
“I think that will be its last resting place for to-day,” observed our hero. “When evening comes on, we shall be able to get clean off with it. In the meantime we must make ourselves as contented as circumstances will permit.”
They amused themselves as they best could, and to do this more effectually they paid a visit to an exhibition of works of art and antiquities in the immediate neighbourhood.