Harry rose from his bed, and though he felt sure the thief had been deceived, he still, in order to make sure, opened the trunk and felt for the lump of gold. With a thrill of joy he found it still there. Then he could give way to his sense of amusement, and laughed long and loud. He did not, however, arouse Jack and Obed, who, like himself, were sound sleepers. He didn’t like, however, to have all the amusement to himself, so he shook the Yankee till he awoke.
“What’s the matter?” asked Obed, in a drowsy tone.
“We’ve been robbed,” answered Harry.
“What!” exclaimed Mr. Stackpole in dismay, bounding from his pallet, now thoroughly awake. “What is that you say?”
“The nugget is gone!” said Harry.
“Confusion!” ejaculated Obed. “When? Who took it?”
“Don’t be alarmed, Obed,” said Harry quietly. “It’s only the bogus nugget. The real one is safe where we hid it.”
“Tell me all about it, Harry. What skunk has been in here?”
“You know—the man that was spying about our claim—the tramp.”
“Did you see him?”