“I think mebbe I know fellow that has canoe,” one of the Indians spoke up. “How much you like pay?”
“We didn’t want to buy one,” stated Sandy, helping Dick out. “We wanted to borrow one.”
“Don’t know anybody like ’em borrow you canoe.”
“Thank you,” said Dick, backing toward the door. “In that case we’ll have to wait until our own is repaired.”
The three boys went out, Dick scowling, Sandy and Toma amused over the interview.
“Never mind, old chap,” consoled Sandy, “you may have better luck next time. By the way, what do you think they’ve done with the stuff?”
“Don’t worry, they’ve either hidden it somewhere or have sent it over to Frazer. I hardly expected to find it there. There was about one chance in a thousand.”
“Now that we’re on the subject,” coaxed Sandy, “Perhaps you’ll be willing to tell me what your hunch is. What did those two Indians bring up out of that pit?”
“Gold,” came the answer unhesitatingly.
Sandy looked dubious. “What makes you think it was gold?”