“I would like to know where Casco went,” said Bob, presently. “For all we know, he might have watched that fight with the blood-hounds and followed us.”
“Hardly. If he escaped across the brook, he most likely set out to join Barker and Grogan. He would leave Raymond to settle the row here.”
“I wish they were all in jail,” sighed Bob. “Then perhaps I could make Barker reveal something of the past, and make a somebody of myself.”
“You’ll make a somebody of yourself, anyway, Bob,” returned Frank, encouragingly. “You’ve got too much grit to fail.”
But Bob shook his head, as if the idea of never finding out the secret of his life did not please him.
Quarter of an hour later they came to a halt. They had reached the boundary line of Raymond’s place, and still the money had not been found.
“If we keep the lantern lit, they will surely see us,” said Bob. “You had better put it out.”
“But how are we going to find the money in the dark?”
“By feeling for it. I know exactly the way we came, and I will lead on.”
Frank, after some hesitation, put out the lantern. The first streaks of the early dawn were now appearing, and it was not so dark as he had anticipated.