“I’m going to hide it in the sand, and take bearings so that either of us can find it,” Alex went on. “This neat little bunch of spinach is not for the Greasers! It might be their ruin!” he added, with a grin. “It might drive them to drink!”
“But the tide and the current may wash that sand away, or shift it about, within the next twenty-four hours,” urged Don, with a sigh.
“That’s true!” Alex admitted, with a worried look. “That’s true. We are now up against the responsibilities of great wealth!” he continued, with another whimsical grin. “Do you see the Greasers watching us yet? They mustn’t suspect that the belt is empty of cash!”
“One of them peeped over a rise just as we started away,” was the reply. “They’re watching us, all right enough. They smell money?”
Alex threw himself down on the sand, in a position which overlooked the river, and rolled about in exaggerated ease. Don sat down close at his side, and the money was buried between them.
“See that bald old peak across the river?” asked Alex, when the job had been satisfactorily completed. “And that topknot to the west?”
“Sure I do!” Don replied, still watching the spot where the money had been placed, and looking as if he would like to dig it up again.
“Well, when you want this cash, just come to the top of this barrier and dig on a straight line between the two. Then you can’t miss it.”
“Unless the water gets here first!” Don grumbled.
“It is risky,” Alex admitted, “but if you keep it in the belt the Greasers stand a show of getting it, so where’s the odds? Just now they think you’ve got the money on your person, and so, considering it safe for the present, they won’t be in any hurry about attacking us. That gives us a chance for our lives, anyway, though they’re pretty sure to come after us before long.”