"If I don't go now, I'll lose him. Go downstairs, Meg, and light the candle."
"Did he have the money with him?"
"He said he hid it."
"Then perhaps he left it behind him. He had to go away in a hurry."
"That's so, Meg. Hurry down, and light the candle, and we'll hunt for it."
The suggestion was a reasonable one, and Jack caught at it. If the money were left behind, it would repay him in part for his mortification at having been fooled by a boy, and he might be tempted to let him go. What vexed him most was the idea of having been baffled completely; and the discovery of the money would go far to make things even.
Meg came up with the lighted candle; and they commenced a joint search, first in the closet, where they found the five pennies which Walter had thrown on the floor, and, afterwards, about the room, and particularly the bedding. But the roll of bills was nowhere to be found. Walter had, as we know, carried it away with him. This was the conclusion to which the seekers were ultimately brought.
"The money aint anywhere here," said Jack. "The boy's got it with him."
"Likely he has," said Meg.