"It was all by accident that I found out about it," added Artie modestly.
"I hope you will forgive me for scolding at you for being out so late that night," said Mr. Lyon.
"You didn't scold me; you only gave me some good advice, and I hope I shall always remember it. But I did not know then what I had discovered, or where they were storing the arms."
"You did exceedingly well, whether you knew what you were doing or not. Now it is driven into my very soul that I ought not to let the enemy profit by obtaining those arms. I have made up my mind that it would be treason, or next door to it, for me to let Titus and his gang have all these weapons; and with the blessing of God they never shall have them!"
"That is the talk, father!" exclaimed Deck.
"So say we all of us!" Artie chimed in. "But what can we do?"
"Before the light of to-morrow morning breaks upon Riverlawn, we must move all those boxes to the plantation," replied Mr. Lyon; and he proceeded to discuss the means by which this purpose could be accomplished.
"We have teams enough to haul the whole of them over here at one load," said Deck, boiling over with enthusiasm.
"Keep cool, my son, for we must be very prudent in our movements. Do you know what became of the flatboat with which the conspirators moved the cases up to the cavern?"
"Artie thought of that; and we found the gundalow in a little inlet at the mouth of a brook, covered up with bushes."