“Probably your imagination.”
“No, it wasn’t. I saw his leg.”
“Well, he’s gone now anyhow.”
“But who could it have been?”
The answer was so low that Bob was unable to hear it, but evidently Helen did not agree for he heard her say:
“I don’t believe it.”
For a moment or two they continued to converse but they spoke in tones so low that he was unable to catch more than a word now and then. Then they walked slowly back to the cabin. At first Bob was minded to resume his former position in the tree, but second thought convinced him that it would involve too much risk.
“It’s more than likely that he’ll keep an eye on that tree the rest of the day,” he told himself as he walked slowly back into the woods.
He was deeply grieved for he had liked them all and the thought that they were mixed up in a dishonest transaction made his hearty heavy.
“And it sure looks as though Jacques knows something about it to say the least,” he muttered as he again sat down on the tree trunk. “But what can be their object? What are they trying to accomplish?”