“Not that I’ve noticed. Mr. Hatfield never allows us to keep anything of great value here because we can’t lock up the cave.”
“Gosh, if it was my fault, I’m sorry,” Ross said. “I wouldn’t have pulled that stunt, only it struck me as a good joke. Who would have come here?”
“That’s what I can’t figure.”
“We didn’t see anyone on the beach, Dan.”
“I know, but we weren’t paying particular attention.” Dan prepared to blow out the kerosene lamp. “Let’s go down there now and look around.”
The boys descended the long flight of wooden steps to the beach. A pale half-moon only faintly illuminated the stretch of glistening sand.
“No one around, Dan,” Ross said, looking up and down the beach. “You’ll probably find that paper in the morning.”
The other boy made no reply. He was staring at the sand near the base of the steps.
“What do you see now?” Ross demanded.
“Someone has been here,” Dan said quietly.