“Oh, I hope he didn’t!” said Jessie gravely.
“I asked him where he was buying his radio set. He said of the Stratford Electric Company,” Amy laughed. “If he sold Mark’s watch to get money to buy a radio set, the Stratfords will get fifteen dollars back, anyway.”
“How you talk!” exclaimed Jessie. “That beautiful watch is worth several hundred dollars. Whoever bought the watch—if Monty sold it—knows of course that it is valuable and that no boy in Dogtown could rightfully own such a thing. Dear me! I do wish I knew what to do about it.”
“How about taking legal advice?” suggested Amy roguishly, for both their fathers were lawyers.
“I am afraid to do that,” confessed Jessie. “As I said before, to arouse suspicion against Monty Shannon would be a very cruel thing to do if it turned out afterward that he was innocent. No, Amy, I couldn’t even tell Daddy Norwood.”
CHAPTER XIV
A RATHER WET TIME
The young folks who had spent the evening at the old Carter place all got away at about the same time. But once out on the lake, they scattered. By far the larger number of boats were going down the lake to the landing nearer New Melford. The Roselawn crowd headed for the Norwood landing were not sorry for this, for they sooner escaped the sharp tongue of Belle Ringold.
The moon was fast disappearing beyond the wooded hills and a haze was being drawn over the sky. Darry Drew wisely suggested heading immediately for the upper end of the lake and home.
“It will be as dark as a stack of black cats in half an hour, girls. And there’s a wind coming up.”
“Heavy weather in the offing—aye, aye, Skipper,” growled out Burd. “We deep water sailors of the Marigold cannot be mistaken in weather changes.”