"Toby, how is it with you?" Owen kept on.
"I s-s-say exactly the same. So far as I k-know I haven't seen, h-handled or even s-smelled that little b-b-box since Max hid it in h-h-here. I'm completely f-f-f-f"—whistle—"flabbergasted at finding it gone."
"And Steve, what about you?" Owen asked.
Max Hastings was more bewildered than ever when he heard the one he had positively see fumbling at the leather bag while the others slept promptly declare:
"So far as I know, fellows, I've never seen or handled that little box since Max took it off this table and stuck it in the bag. And that's my sworn affidavy, believe me!"
CHAPTER VI.
THE FIRST CROP FROM THE RIVER.
After that strange declaration on the part of Steve, Max felt that his lips must be sealed more than ever.
He wanted a little time to think things over.
Besides, Max even began to wonder whether he could have just dreamed that he saw Steve fumbling at the haversack in the middle of the night, and mumbling to himself all the while.