Chapter VII.
TOM CONDUCTS A RAID.
Creeping out of the creek in their boat, Tom and Dave caught sight of the new moon hung like a silver horn in the dusky western sky.
“Hold on,” said Tom, “till I turn me money.”
“I’ve got fourpence,” replied Dave, drawing in his oar also; “I reckon I’ll turn it, too.”
And just at that moment a thought struck Tom.
“Good Lord!” he cried, “we’ve forgot all about them bags o’ sovereigns that was stole and hid.”
“I didn’t,” replied Dave; “I thought about ’em this mornin’, an’ I been thinkin’ about ’em all day, but we took a oath not to talk about it, didn’t we?”
“That wuz only about the—the—you know what wuz done,” replied Tom; “the money’s different; we kin talk about that.”
“Well, it’s hid,” said Dave.