Jim looked up, and there was his sister Jean sitting on the opposite side of the road. She held his missing loot in her arms.
“What are you doing here?” Jim demanded, very crestfallen at being caught.
“What are you doing with these?” asked Jean promptly.
“Oh, I was just going to use them somewhere!” said Jim in confusion. He tried to think fast. “I thought I might go fishing and want a soft place to lean back on while I fished.”
“Funny you’d go to all this trouble just to take some blankets with you fishing,” observed Jean with mockery in her voice. “You forgot your fish pole too.”
“Well, it’s none of your business,” replied Jim lamely.
“Yes, it is,” said Jean. “You were taking them to the hideaway and the hideaway is part mine.”
“Don’t be silly. Whatever gave you the idea I was taking them there?”
“Oh, I’ve been watching things,” said Jean calmly. “Let’s see, you’ve got sugar, coffee, plates, cups and two jars of peaches. Of course, I don’t know what you might have bought in town. Where else would you take all that stuff except to the cave?”
“Well, all right, the stuff was for the cave. Now what good does it do you to know?”