“Then go in there yourself and search the shack!” Chips challenged. “Or are you afraid?”
“No, I’m not, and you know it! I just have sense enough to figure that the tramp could come back here any minute.”
“Fred and Jack are watching, aren’t they? If the fellow leaves the creek, they’ll whistle. Go on! The important thing is to get that box of money!”
Brad gazed thoughtfully toward the creek. From a short distance away, he could see a few wisps of smoke arising.
“All right, we’ll take a chance!” he decided reluctantly.
Chips started for the shack, only to have Brad haul him back.
“Not you!” he said. “Dan and I will search the shack. You and Midge and Babe stay here and keep watch. If you hear a whistle, or see anyone coming, give us a warning.”
“Some guys have all the fun!” Chips complained.
“Fun!” Brad snorted. “We’re taking the risk. Don’t forget, that tramp may be armed, either with a revolver or a knife. If he should catch us in the shack, he might give us a tough time of it.”
“If you’re scared, let me go.”