“But did the package contain bonds?”
“I don’t know; I never saw the inside of it,” answered Alex., wondering if this man had followed all their movements since being allowed to leave the Rambler.
“Perhaps the lad you call Clay will tell,” smiled the giant. “Or the boys on the Rambler may give the information I seek—when you both fail to return to-night.”
“So you’ve got Clay, too, have you?” shouted Alex., and he make a rush for the door!
[CHAPTER XV—THE LEATHER BAG MISSING]
When Clay went to the cashier’s desk to pay the check for the meals the two boys had eaten, also with a view of finding out what was known there of the red-headed man, he asked the first question which came into his mind.
“Is that the sheriff—the tall man with the red hair?”
The cashier eyed the boy keenly for a moment and then answered the question by asking one, as many who wait on the public have a habit of doing.
“Why? Do you want to see the sheriff?” he asked, suspiciously.
Clay was provoked, but tried not to show it as he replied,