“It would be a queer committee that would refuse it.”
“Cracky!” said Gordon.
“Have another dish of stew?”
“N-no.”
“Now listen. There were no tracks, prints, signs of any kind in the chasm?”
“No, the mud was so thick it would close right up. Besides—”
“Yes, I understand; you were busy and excited, and you did fine. But I’ll tell you something that you didn’t know. That boy had forty dollars with him to buy a canoe. At least, I suppose he had it. He intended to get it while he was at home.”
“You think somebody robbed him?” said Gordon.
“I think it’s likely. There were two young men here, strangers, just dropped in on us a few days ago. Walter and the rest of us talked pretty freely about his trip to Albany.”
“Yes, and he said he was going to get the money,” chimed in another boy.