“Sure and it’s a good thing yer didn’t. They are as strong as an ox,” Tom declared, rubbing his ankles to restore the circulation.
“Hurry up and tell us what happened,” Bob urged.
“Sure and I’ll do that same. I was slaping as swately as a babe, when all of a sudden I felt the kivers yanked off me and before I could get me bearings the villains had me hands tied fast and me fate too.”
“Well, I’m mighty glad they didn’t hurt you, but you’d better get back into bed or you’ll get your death. It’s colder than Greenland in here and then some,” Bob declared.
“Sure and I’ll be after gitting me clothes on. No more slape fer me this night,” and he began quickly to pull on his trowsers.
While he was dressing, Bob and Sam stepped out into the office. As he expected, Bob saw at once that the door of the little safe was wide open. The safe had a combination lock, but as it seldom held anything of value it was usually left unlocked. That it had been thoroughly searched was evident, as a number of papers were scattered over the floor in front of it.
“Was there any money in the safe?” Bob called to Tom.
“Nary a dollar,” the foreman replied, as he joined them.
“Then I guess they didn’t get anything of value. Of course they were after that deed. Isn’t it lucky that we sent it down to Greenville by Jacques?”
“I tink dat ver’ bon idea,” Sam declared, and Tom heartily agreed with him.