"I guess it's safe enough where it is. We can pick it up on our way back from Captain Royal's."
"How about these blankets? Schaum said we could have them."
Frank picked up one of the blankets. It was heavy and of excellent quality.
"I'll say he was mighty generous, letting us have good blankets like these," he declared. "They seem brand new, too."
"If they are, there must be a catch in it somewhere."
"There is. Look!"
Frank held out the blanket. Stamped into the fabric was the name, "Hotel Bayport." The reason for Schaum's sudden burst of generosity was now clear.
"No wonder he didn't want to take them with him. He knew that if the police laid eyes on those blankets he'd have another charge laid against him. He must have stolen them from the hotel after he escaped from jail."
"I think he would take anything that wasn't nailed down," said Joe. "Well, we can take the blankets back with us and return them to the hotel, at any rate."
"Sure. We'll leave 'em here with the grub until we're ready to go back to our own cave."