They had just finished setting the last trap when the chug of a motor told them that the motor boat was returning and they hurried down to the wharf arriving there just as it touched.
“Did they get them?” Bob asked.
Mr. Sleeper shook his head and the boy was quick to see that his face bore a troubled expression.
“No, they didn’t get them,” he said slowly. “The sheriff and his men were just ready to drive off as we got there, but I had time for a word with him. It seems that no one was there when they got to the place and they waited all night but they didn’t show up and they decided that they must have got wind that they were after them and cleared out.”
“I’m sorry to hear it,” Bob said.
“Yes, it’s too bad. I don’t feel safe with men of that stamp around. In fact I made up my mind to leave, but Mrs. Sleeper and Helen won’t hear of it.”
“I should say not,” Helen broke in. “I’m not going to be scared away by them.”
“Did you get the rest of the traps set?” Mr. Sleeper asked.
“Yes, but we put them close by the others. Couldn’t find any other place,” Bob replied.
“Well, I hope you catch something,” Mr. Sleeper smiled as he led the way up to the cabin.