“In my pocket.”
Hanleigh made a thorough search of the cabin. He rummaged through the bureau and the desk, and as his search went on, with no success, he apparently lost his temper for he flung things on the floor and stamped angrily about.
“Let’s rush him before he wrecks the cabin,” whispered Joe.
But Frank restrained his brother.
“Wait!”
Hanleigh came over toward the window.
The boys ducked out of sight. They could hear the man talking to himself. They listened, and they heard him mutter:
“Well, they won’t be able to read that cipher, anyway, so I guess it’s all right.”
Frank and Joe nudged one another. Hanleigh was certainly searching for the Sparewell notebook. The man went away from the window. They heard a crash as, in a fit of vicious temper, the man swept off a few of the little ornaments some one had placed above the fireplace.
“If he’s going to start smashing things, I guess we’d better take a hand,” remarked Frank.