All began a stricter search than ever. But although they went over every inch of the ground nothing more was found.
“I have an idea they merely looked over their booty,” said Bob. “They were anxious to find out what they had got and couldn’t wait any longer.”
“Or else they had a row among themselves, and started to divide up,” suggested Frank.
“Well, one thing is certain,” concluded Bob. “The men were Casco, Barker, and Grogan.”
They were soon inside the house, and making away with the well-cooked food the woman had prepared for them. The meal over, they were on the point of leaving when the woman touched Bob on the arm.
“Haven’t I seen you before?” she said.
“Perhaps. I used to work for Joel Carrow.”
“I don’t know the man. I must be mistaken, but I fancied I had met you some years ago, when you were a small boy.”
“I used to live with old Peter Thompson before I went to work for Carrow.”
“Then that is where we met. I used to work for Thompson.”