“I wonder whether he missed his satchel,” she remarked.
“Probably he didn’t care if he did,” returned her chum. “I don’t believe it has anything in it but a toothbrush and a change of linen.”
“Let’s open it and see.”
Mary Louise turned on her flashlight and looked at the small brown bag beside them.
“Shucks!” she exclaimed in disappointment. “It’s locked.”
“It would be. Well, so long as we have to carry it home, maybe we’ll be glad that it’s so light.”
“I’ve got my penknife. I’m going to cut the leather.”
“But, Mary Lou, it doesn’t belong to us!”
“Can’t help that. We’ll buy Harry Grant a new one if he’s innocent.”
“O.K. You’re the boss. Be careful not to cut yourself.”