“Why, Saxe,” cried Dale, seizing the boy by the shoulder, “do you mean to say you heard me moving about in the night?”
“Some time when it was dark; and I thought you were dressing.”
“This is very strange,” cried Dale, who looked puzzled.
“Hah!” cried Saxe excitedly; “where did you put the crystal?”
“In the leather bag that I used for a pillow.”
“Then it couldn’t have been that,” said Saxe, in a disappointed way. “I thought—”
“I don’t know so much about that,” cried Dale excitedly; and he ran into the tent, dropped upon his knees by the leather bag, and tore it open.
“Gone!” he said.
“That’s what I thought,” cried Saxe excitedly. “Then there is some one keeps on watching us, and he stole that crystal in the night.”