“A cat or a dog, I guess,” was the reply. “Nobody after us, anyhow. Go ahead and bury the stuff or, first thing we know, someone will spot us, and that would never do.”
“They evidently don’t want whatever they are doing known,” thought Larry in his hiding place.
The men worked a little while longer, and then the boy could hear them throwing back the dirt and packing it down. Soon they finished and then, blowing out the light, they departed. Waiting a few minutes to be sure they were out of the way Larry crept cautiously over to where he judged the men had been digging.
But, in the darkness he could not find the place. It would have done him little good if he had, he thought, as he had nothing with which to throw out the dirt again.
He resolved, however, to come back the first chance he had next day, and see if there was anything mysterious in the actions of the three men. In order to better locate the spot Larry took his handkerchief and weighted it down on the ground by a stone.
“This is somewhere near the place,” the boy thought. “I guess I can easily find it in the daytime.”
Then he went home. His mother and the others in the family had gone to bed, and Larry was glad of it, for he did not want to be questioned as to why he was so late coming from night school.
Larry hardly slept for wondering what the men had buried. He thought they might be hiding the evidences of some crime, and then again he reasoned that perhaps, after all, it might turn out to be nothing more than a pet dog or bird that had died.
“I’ll find out though,” Larry thought. “Don’t I wish it was a big treasure like gold or diamonds! But it’s foolish to think such things as that.”
Larry thought the next day would never come to an end. Though he was very busy at his duties in the Leader office he kept watching the clock, for he had determined upon a plan of action.