One glance at the man on the bed, and the Scout leader drew Ken aside.
“He seems to be in bad shape,” he said. “Go for a doctor, and tell him to hurry.”
While Ken was carrying out the order, the other Scouts dressed Stony’s wound. He made no further attempt to talk, but now and then managed to grin at them in a feeble way.
Jack and Willie made a fast tour of the motel grounds. However, it did not surprise them that they found no trace of the man who had so brutally attacked the cabin dweller.
“Whoever he is, he’ll be a mile from here by now,” Jack remarked as they walked back. “No question about it, theft was the motive.”
“The old man’s gold and map?”
“Right.”
“You think there is any gold?” Willie asked skeptically.
“Last night I didn’t,” Jack replied thoughtfully. “Now I’m not so sure. Old Stony certainly acted as if he had something valuable hidden in the cabin, and apparently it’s still there.”
“The thief was probably frightened away before he finished his search.”