Owen felt another thrill, immediately succeeded by a chilly sensation.
There was a movement within the tent, as if some person might be advancing toward the spot where the haversack hung in plain sight.
The firelight fell plainly upon a face, and Owen had no difficulty in recognizing—Steve!
Almost holding their breath the two boys watched to see what their strange chum did.
They saw him deliberately open the haversack and plunge his hand inside.
"Oh! look! he's got the little package, Max," whispered the horrified Owen.
Max pinched his arm.
"Keep still," he made out to say in the other's ear.
He feared that Owen's disturbed voice might have reached the ears of the prowler; but there was no sign to indicate such a thing.
Indeed, Steve went about his task with a deliberation that puzzled both the watchers.