"He took the first pearl; and meant to hide the other pair of beauties!"
Owen went on.
"Looks like it," Max admitted.
"Then that ends it. Steve Dowdy can't train in our camp, or go along the same trail as we do, after this," and Owen shook his head in a very determined way as he made this assertion.
"Oh! hold your horses a little while, can't you, Owen?"
"What! do you mean to give him another trial—is that it, Max?"
"Just one more, if we're lucky enough to find a prize," replied the other. "Perhaps after all we'll have to use this jolly little milk-white chap over again."
"Huh! I hope not," grumbled Owen. "Say, you mean to put it with the others in your pocketbook, don't you, and let the little box go empty?"
"Of course. But try and forget all about this for a while, Owen. Give me another day to figure it out, please."
"Say, I bet you've got an idea right now, Max; you're always so quick to see through things."
"If I have I must think it over," replied the other.