The boys found nothing else worthy of attention in Carl Schaum's crude abode except a revolver hidden beneath a rock near the blankets. They appropriated this, to turn over to the police when they should return to Bayport.
They departed, well satisfied with their visit.
"Chet will give three cheers when he sees the grub again. I don't think he was very cheerful about the thought of going on short rations until we got new supplies," said Frank.
"I wasn't very cheerful about it myself," Joe admitted. "It makes me sore when I think of Schaum stealing all that stuff. Why, one man couldn't eat it all in a month."
"Perhaps he intended to stay a month, or even longer, if he could get away with it."
"Well, he might have left us more than he did. I'm glad I was able to douse some water in his face."
The Hardy boys were soon in sight of Captain Royal's cave. The gloomy opening was barely visible through the lowering mist.
"I wonder if the old gentleman could be at home, Joe."
"No sign of life around, anyway."
"Perhaps he's asleep."