This last remark may have been a bit of a slap at Glennie, but the ensign was too happy to notice it.
“What gave you the notion of looking into that hat, Bob?” inquired Glennie. “I’d have thrown it overboard to get it out of the way.”
“Why, Glennie,” answered Bob, “you and Carl both saw what I did, and spoke about it.”
Carl and the ensign exchanged astonished glances.
“Didn’t the prisoner seem to make up and brighten perceptibly a little while ago?”
“Yah, I rememper dot.”
“So do I.”
“Well, he did it when I threw the hat out of the locker. His eyes followed it as it flew across the room, and they rested on it as it lay on the floor. I read a good deal of concern in that glance—more concern, in fact, than the old headgear and the attached queue called for. There could be but one thing to make Tolo act like that, and I figured that he had put the envelope in there. It’s not a new place for hiding things, boys. Lots of people, out in the Western part of the United States, stow valuable things away in their sombreros.”
“Nod me any more,” wailed Carl. “Subbose I hat peen foolish enough to pud my money in dot cap of mine? Den vat? Id vould now be in der bottom of der ocean. Talk aboudt your glose shafes! Vy, dot Chap feller vat looked like a safage, sent dot shpear so near my headt dot he took a lock of hair along mit der cap. I don’d like dot! Shpears is pad bizness. Vy did der Chaps use shpears, ven refolfers is handtier?”
“They were playing a part, Carl,” said Bob, “and whenever a Jap plays a part he does it well. If Tolo and those with him had had firearms, they would have been playing out of their character.”