No boy ever tried harder to suppress his breath than Bob Hunter did at this instant. “It’s all up with me now,” said he to himself. “They’ll get me sure; but I’ll die game.”
“It looks suspicious to me, and that’s why I think so,” replied Felix, showing no little alarm.
“I don’t see nothing suspicious about it, as long as nothing is missing.”
“To be sure, but I believe he is the same boy that was in the bank today looking for this Randolph.”
“And he is the boy that the old banker told you about?”
“Yes; the newsboy who said some foul play had overtaken Randolph.”
The old fence looked exceedingly troubled.
“We must capture this young Arab,” said he, emphatically, after a few moments’ careful thought.
Bob’s ears missed nothing. This conversation interested him through and through.
“Arab!” said he to himself. “If I don’t get caught I’ll show you whether I’m an Arab or not.”