"Yes, sir; we did," Dick admitted.
"Where is it?" questioned the constable.
Dick started toward the new hiding place, then halted, turning.
"May I ask, Mr. Dock, why you want to know?"
"Because," replied the constable promptly, "as an officer of the law I want to take that plunder in charge. In turn I'll hand it over to the Gridley police."
"Oh, all right, sir."
Dick went to the hiding place, bringing forth all the plunder, including his own watch and his mother's fan.
"You'll give us a receipt for these articles, won't you, Mr. Dock?"
"Certainly, if you want one," nodded the constable. "Just place the stuff on the table, and I'll list it."
This was done, and Constable Dock wrote out a receipt in due form, which he handed to young Prescott.