“I am glad I do know it,” said Hal. “Otherwise I wouldn’t think much of myself now.”
“We had better hide these things,” said Chester. “Their loss might be discovered and a search made.”
“Where shall we put them?”
Chester glanced around the room. He walked to the closet and opened the door. Peering in, he found, just above the top shelf, a small opening, apparently not meant for use, as it was too close to the ceiling.
“Put ’em in here,” he said, and, withdrawing the papers from his pocket, he suited the action to the word.
Hal now brought the uniforms out from under the bed, and, by dint of hard squeezing, also finally succeeded in secreting them. The dark cloth made the hiding-place look like nothing more than a hole.
“All we need now are swords and pistols,” said Chester.
“Pistols,” agreed Hal. “I don’t know that we need swords.”
“You don’t,” said Chester, in contempt. “We would make a couple of fine-looking officers, strutting around without swords, wouldn’t we?”