"Oh, but——" began Betty.
"Well, what?" Will asked. "Think I'm afraid?"
"No—oh, no. I was thinking of something else."
And to Betty came a vision of those glowering faces in the window of the fisherman's hut on the beach.
CHAPTER XV
A NIGHT ALARM
The diamonds were wrapped again in their protective covering of tissue paper. The girls could hardly take their eyes off them as Mr. Nelson put them in his pocketbook.
"Oh, it doesn't seem—real," sighed Betty, with a long breath.
"No, it is like some fairy story," agreed Mollie. "And to think the box has been in the house two or three days, and we never knew what a treasure it contained."