"Me to look for the star brand of mussels!" declared Bandy-legs; "they're the only kind worth toting to camp over that long trail."
It was Max and Bandy-legs who started out shortly after, bent upon new conquests.
"Look out for him, Max," said Owen; "don't let him throw away all he finds, just because they don't happen to bear the star brand."
"Oh! I'm not that big a silly," chuckled Bandy-legs, starting off; "come on, Max."
Max saw a chance to remark in a low voice to his cousin:
"He knows all about it, and has promised to keep a close tongue."
"Then you told him when you were alone here this morning?" remarked Owen, and his tone announced that he doubted the propriety of confiding in Bandy-legs.
"That's where you're away off," chuckled Max. "Fact is, he began to tell me about Steve going to the bag in the middle of the night, and hiding something in the old coffee pot."
"You don't say?" exclaimed Owen. "How the dickens would Bandy-legs know about that?"
"Happened to be awake and saw it all. So I thought I'd tell him what we knew, so as to make him keep a close mouth. I guess he won't leak, Owen."