And they all agreed with him, even Sicum who was receiving his full share.
It was nearly dark by the time they had the dishes washed and boughs cut for their beds.
“Do you think that fellow has the money up there with him,” Bob asked as they sat around the fire.
The night air was cool and the heat of the fire was very grateful to them all.
“That’s pretty hard to say. He drew the cash from the bank the day before he disappeared to make a settlement with one of our big customers who is a very peculiar man and always demands cash. It was in thousand dollar bills and so wouldn’t make such a very big bundle and he could easily take it with him. Yes, I rather think he’s got it with him wherever he is unless he’s hid it somewhere. But if we find him you can bet your last dollar I’ll make him give it up.” And the boys, by the light of the fire, saw a look on Rex’s face which was foreign to his usually pleasant countenance.
“We’ll find him if he’s up this way anywhere,” Jack assured him.
Shortly after nine o’clock they were all asleep on their beds of spruce boughs wrapped in their blankets. Once Rex awoke, his sleep disturbed by the cry of some wild animal but he was unable to tell what it was.
“Probably a wild cat,” he thought as he turned over and quickly drifted off again.
The next morning Jack insisted on taking his turn in the bow and somewhat reluctantly Bob gave in to him.
“You want to be mighty careful,” he cautioned him as they pushed off. “There’s some ugly rocks out there.”