CHAPTER LXVI.
WE left Robinson and Jem talking at the entrance to the tent.
“Come in,” said Robinson. “You will take care of this tent while we are gone.”
Jem promised faithfully.
He then asked Robinson to explain to him the dodge of the gut-lines. Robinson showed him, and how the bells were rung at his head by the thief's foot.
Jem complimented him highly.
Robinson smiled, but the next moment sighed. “They will be too clever for us some of these dark nights—see how nearly they have nicked us again and again!”
“Don't be down on your luck, captain!”
“Jem, what frightens me is the villains getting off so; there they are to try again, and next time the luck will be theirs—it can't be always ours—why should it? Jem, there was a man in my tent last night.”
“There is no denying that, captain.”