"I am sure of it," replied Bob. "We've got Uncle Hallet on our side, and it will be no trouble for him to talk father over. Now let's finish that letter to Mr. Morgan, and then go up and put it in his wood-pile."
So saying, Bob went up the stairs three at a jump, Tom following close at his heels.
CHAPTER X. WHY THE LETTER WAS WRITTEN.
When the boys reached the landing at the head of the stairs, they turned into Tom's room, the door of which stood invitingly open.
Bob seated himself at a table and picked up a pen, while Tom leaned over his shoulder and fastened his eyes upon the unfinished letter, to which reference was made at the close of the last chapter.
"Let's see—how far did we get?" said the latter. "I believe we were talking about a bank they were supposed to have robbed somewhere in California. Well, say that they took a pile of money—seventy thousand dollars out of it. But I say, Bob! That's awful bad printing. I don't know whether Silas can make out to read it or not."
"Then let him get somebody to help him," answered Bob. "I can't be expected to furnish him with the key, after going to so much trouble to write the letter."
"But if he can't read it, what use will it be to him?" asked Tom.