"Do you think I will get into any trouble?" asked the boy cautiously. "It won't be stealing, will it?"
"It would be if the bonds were Bowman's, but they are not. They belong to a rich banker in New York, as I have already told you, and in showing me where they are you are aiding justice."
"Will I get the hundred dollars, sure?"
"Yes, I will guarantee that. What is your name?"
"John Parton."
"I will take it down. As soon as I get back to New York I will see that the money is sent you."
"I'll chance it," said the boy. "You look honest, and I believe you."
"Go on, then, and I will follow you."
John led the way into the thickest part of the wood. He paused in front of a large tree, partly gone to decay. The trunk was hollow, containing a large cavity.
"The package is there," he said.