“I’ll keep mum unless I lose something more, and then I’ll kick up a row, and haul her over the coals. Have you missed anything?”
“No,” said Fosdick, answering for himself, as he could do without violating the truth.
There was a gleam of satisfaction in the eyes of Travis, as he heard this.
“They haven’t found it out yet,” he thought. “I’ll bag the money to-day, and then they may whistle for it.”
Having no further object to serve in accompanying the boys, he bade them good-morning, and turned down another street.
“He’s mighty friendly all of a sudden,” said Dick.
“Yes,” said Fosdick; “it’s very evident what it all means. He wants to find out whether you have discovered your loss or not.”
“But he didn’t find out.”
“No; we’ve put him on the wrong track. He means to get his money to-day, no doubt.”
“My money,” suggested Dick.