“Any news of the robbers yet?” asked Bob.
“Not a word,” replied Frank. “The marshal says he can’t find that any tramps or strangers have been hanging around town lately.”
Bob said nothing. He kept it to himself that the town marshal was mistaken.
“Well, fellows,” he said, “I want you to join me in a hunt.”
“Eh? What kind of a hunt?” asked Sammy, with great interest.
“Not a treasure hunt, mind you,” replied Bob, with a faint smile, remembering Sammy’s weakness.
“Oh,” said Sammy, flushing up, “what kind of a hunt, then?”
“I want to see if we can’t find the men who robbed Mr. Haven’s jewelry store,” replied Bob.