There were two opinions about this. Tom and Sid were one side, while Frank and Phil held it would be better to first get the stuff and then let Boxer Hall know.
“‘There’s many a slip ’twixt the cup and the lip,’ you know, Tom,” said the Big Californian. “Not meaning a pun, either. But there may be some complications and it may take some time to get the stuff away from the pawnbroker. A delay would only fret all those who have lost things, and would be unpleasant for us. Get the stuff first, I say, and then hand it around.”
And in the end this idea prevailed.
“Well, I can see where we get in precious little practice to-day,” remarked Tom. “I think we’d all better go to Haddonfield and give these tickets to Mr. Farson. Let him get the police busy.”
“All right, we’re with you,” said Phil. “But we need the practice, for it won’t be long now before we’re back at college.”
“What about arresting Blasdell and the Mexican?” asked Sid.
“Let the jeweler attend to that,” suggested Frank.
Without telling the girls of their discovery, the boys went to town in their launch, which, for a wonder, did not break down. Frank declared it was because he had put in a new set of batteries.
That Mr. Farson was astonished, is putting it mildly. He could not thank the boys enough. Privately, to Tom, who managed to get him a word in secret, the jeweler said he could not account for Ruth’s pin not being represented by a ticket.