“Wasn’t it real gold?” War asked in disappointment.
“It’s gold, all right. But you can bet Old Stony never dug it from a mine or washed it from a creek.”
“By the way, I wonder what became of that nugget?” Jack asked. “Old Stony had it wrapped in a handkerchief last night.”
“I have the nugget.” Walz made the admission half defiantly. “Old Stony sets great store by it. I figured I’d better take it before someone went off with it. Tomorrow I’ll drop it around to him at the hospital.”
The Scouts had their own opinion of the motel owner’s motive in taking the nugget. However, they could not accuse him.
Jack did say, “Find any other nuggets?”
“Nothing.” Walz pushed past him, through the open door. “Excuse me, now. I’ve had a hard night and I’m turning in.” He started away, only to halt. “You’re leaving today?”
“We expect to,” Mr. Livingston returned.
“Well, have a good trip,” Walz said, with a show of friendliness.
The Scouts waited outside the cabin until the motel owner was beyond view. Then Willie remarked that Walz had neglected to lock the door.