“Where do you think it best to hide the box?”
“Under that tree will be a good place; say ten feet from it, in an easterly direction.”
“East and west are all alike to me here; I can’t tell the difference.”
“I can; and so could you, with a compass.”
“Shall you know the place again?”
“Yes; do you notice that mark on the bark of the tree? It was struck by lightning once, but that was all the harm done to it.”
“Good! That will serve to identify it. But why couldn’t we have concealed it nearer your cabin?”
“I don’t want to fall under suspicion,” said Temple, shaking his head.
“Why should you?”
Ralph Temple laughed a harsh, unpleasant laugh.