“What’s the matter with me going?” Jack asked.
“Or me?” Rex put in.
“No, I’m going,” Bob insisted. “I don’t want to brag, but this is no time to stand on ceremony, and you both know that if it should come to a rough and tumble fight, as it may, I’ve had more experience than either of you. Now please don’t say anything more about it, because I’m going.”
It was no reflection on the courage of either Rex or Jack that they recognized the force of Bob’s argument and made no more protest.
“But before I go, I think it would be well for Mr. Stebbins to tell us where he has hidden that money,” Bob suggested.
“I should have told you before,” Stebbins said. “About a hundred yards down the lake there is a gray birch, which leans over the water. You can’t help finding it, and the money’s buried right at its foot, on the side away from the lake. It’s about eighteen inches down.”
“Now you be careful and don’t go to taking chances,” Jack cautioned, as Bob again reached for the bar.
“You know me,” he whispered, as he swung open the door and slipped out into the night.
CHAPTER XIII.
KERNERTOK TO THE RESCUE—CONCLUSION.
“Well, I guess there’s nothing we can do except wait,” Jack said, after he had slipped the bar back in its place.