And he turned to do so. While they still hesitated, Avery flashed the rays of the lantern about; and to take advantage of the light thus afforded to get a good look at the two strangers, I leaned far down.
In doing this I forgot to hold my cap, and presently it left my head, and before I could stop it, it went sailing straight to Mr. Norton’s feet.
“What’s this?” he cried, starting back.
Then he picked up the cap and examined it.
“Reuben Stone’s cap!” he ejaculated. “I’ll wager a thousand dollars he’s up that tree!”
CHAPTER XXIII.
CAPTURED.
Mr. Norton’s words made my heart leap into my throat. I dodged out of sight, but I felt it in my bones that I was about to be discovered.
“Reuben Stone’s cap,” repeated Yates. “Are you sure?”
“I certainly am.”