“Myself and my comrade searched the baggage of these fellows,” began the soldier, directing a contemptuous glance at the boys. “When we reached the kit of that one there,” here he pointed at Ned, “we discovered what seemed to us to be suspicious goods. Here it is—!”
A gasp of astonishment terminated the triumphant recital.
“Go on!” ordered the officer without emotion.
“But a moment ago the package was lying on your table!” almost shouted the soldier. “Now it is gone!”
“So I perceive!” replied the officer. “If you have evidence, please produce it. Otherwise I shall examine the passports of the young gentlemen, and if they are found correct I shall permit them to depart.”
He reached out a hand for the passports, which were quickly presented. After a minute scrutiny and careful comparison of descriptions he returned them to the lads. Again he turned to the soldier.
“Have you any evidence of their guilt?” he inquired.
“I believe they have stolen the package!” stormed the soldier.
“Search them!” commanded the officer. “With respect!” he added.
During the hasty but thorough search of the lads’ clothing Jimmie grinned maliciously into the faces of the soldiers. His delight knew no bounds. Their discomfiture upon failing to find the package was exceeded only by the delight of the lad, who prudently held his own counsel.