Dave reached out to receive it, as Dick laid it carefully on the counter.
"Packages of that value have to be handled with caution," muttered Dave. "When a fellow puts on a valuation like that, it means that he intends to make claim for any damage whatever."
"Hold on," muttered Dick, eyeing the counter. "There's something leaking from the box now."
Dave took his hands away, then bent over to have a look with Dick.
A very tiny puddle of some very thick, syrupy stuff was slowly forming on the counter.
"I wonder if the contents have been damaged?" muttered Dave, uneasily. Then added, in a whisper:
"The night manager will blame us, and hold me responsible, if there is any damage."
Both boys carefully inspected the tiny puddle for a few moments.
"Say, don't touch the box again," counseled Prescott, uneasily.
"Do you know what that stuff looks to me like, Dave?"
"What?"