“Creel!”
“Yes, that fellow who took the box from the Frenchman yesterday.”
Sandy whistled softly.
“So that’s their game. Creel is Frischette’s confederate. I can see it all now.”
“That’s the way I have it all figured out too. Frischette is the man who plans all the robberies and Creel is the one who executes them.”
Dick paused and leaned against the trunk of a huge jack-pine, contemplatively regarding his two chums.
“It means we have two persons instead of one to deal with. The treasure-box they keep between them. Each probably has an equal interest in it. I wish there was some way we could get hold of it.”
“Mebbe that not be so very hard,” Toma suddenly interjected. “One night we go over to Creel’s cabin an’ find it sure. I think I know how we get it without much trouble.”
“How?” demanded Sandy.
“You remember yesterday when Frischette come close to Creel’s cabin he stop in the brush an’ make ’em noise for him to come out. Well, one of us do same like that while other two hide close to cabin. When Creel come out, thinking it Frischette, good chance go get box. What you say?”