“Oh, do you?”
“Yes, I do. I shan’t drop these satchels till we get to where the man who hired us is waiting for us.”
“It’s two miles away.”
“I don’t care if it’s ten miles away. If you got your paws on one of these satchels, you might bolt with it.”
“Well, I’ve done some of the work, haven’t I? Who found the key to the jewelry store?”
“You did, and our boss will pay you well for your share of the work, but you don’t handle these satchels.”
“I bet I do!”
The tramp suddenly sprang at his companion, but the other was too quick for him. The man with the green shade over his eye sprang to his feet. He whirled one satchel around. It struck the tramp on the head and swept him to the ground.
The man with the green shade over his eye at once picked up the two satchels, and started on a run. In a minute he was around the corner of the schoolhouse and out of sight. The tramp sprang to his feet with an angry cry.
Bob did not dare to move from the shelter of the shrubbery at once. He thought he heard something drop around on the other side of the schoolhouse. As the tramp ran around its end, Bob hurried forward and peered towards the road.