“Don't let them get away.”
“If they try it, they'll go to the hospital or the graveyard,” replied the western young man, significantly.
“The satchel ain't in the tree,” growled Caven, but his tone lacked positiveness.
“I'll soon know for certain,” said our hero.
He climbed the tree with ease, having been used to such doings when living with the old hermit. As he went from branch to branch he kept his eyes open, and presently saw a bit of leather sticking out of a crotch. He worked his way over and soon had the satchel in his possession.
“How are you making out?” called up Bill Badger.
“I've got it!” shouted our hero, joyfully.
“Got the papers?”
“Yes,—everything,” said Joe, after a hasty examination.
“Hang the luck!” muttered Gaff Caven, much chagrined.