"I reckon we needn't be afraid any one will be here lookin' for us now our detective has been drowned," he exclaimed.
"What's up?" Jim asked.
"Hazelton, the fakir, has been arrested for the burglary at Peach Bottom, an' men are draggin' the creek to find the body of the boy who worked for the Davis Boat Company."
Sam actually shuddered at the thought that people were looking for his corpse, and it gave him an "uncanny" feeling, this idea that he was numbered with the dead.
"When was the arrest made?" Jim asked.
"Last night. Old Nathan from the Run says the fakir turned over a lot of money to the boy who was goin' to buy your cane-board, an' it looks very much as if he would be locked up with the man whom people believe is his partner."
"Nothin' said about what the cubs saw at the barn?"
"Not a word."
"Then we can count on havin' the balance of this week in which to leave the country."
"As much as that, if not more. Another load will get the stuff together; but I've been thinkin' we'd better bury it here, an' not try to move a thing for a month or two."