"Because I don't believe it will bring you good luck," said Jack. "We worked hard for it, and we ought to have it. I wish you good-bye, but I don't wish you good luck."
"Shake hands with your uncle, why don't you?" asked Bob.
"Not much!" returned Jack. "If that money doesn't bring him some misfortune I shall miss my guess."
Julian and Jack shouldered the blankets which contained the few provisions they had left, plunged into the thicket, and were out of hearing in a few minutes. The robbers sat by the fire without making any effort to continue their journey, and presently Bob turned his eyes upon Claus.
"Now, my friend, it is time for you to go, too," said he.
CHAPTER XXX.
HOME AGAIN.
Claus had been expecting something of this kind. It is true he had a revolver, but by the time he could reach back to his hip pocket and draw it he could be covered by Jake, whose weapon lay close at hand. There was but one thing to be done—he had to surrender. Instead of getting three thousand dollars for his share in the robbery, he would be turned loose in that country, two hundred miles from anybody, without a cent left in his pockets—that is, if Bob searched him.
"Well," said Claus, "I suppose you want all the money I have around me. I should think you might leave me a little."
"How much have you?" asked Bob.