“Count it, eh?” said Bob Sennet. “All right. Might as well know what we’ve got.”
Eagerly Jack emptied the contents of the sack upon the seat and, with the others watching curiously, counted bills and coins. At last, “Twelve hundred and forty dollars!” he cried excitedly. “Just what I suspected! Don’t you see, Captain?”
Bob Sennet shook his head. “Can’t say I do, Jack. Guess you’d better tell me.”
“Why—why, this is the money my father was robbed of three years ago!”
“What!” exclaimed Rodney. “But how did it get here?”
“I don’t know, but—”
“I do,” interrupted the captain of the Ellen E. Hanks. “Those sculpins put it here.”
“But—but when? The Sea-Lark’s been lying over on the dunes for two years or more!”
“Well, what of it?” asked Bob Sennet. “Wasn’t nothing to keep them from going over there and dropping the bag behind the cabin sheathing, was there? If they wanted to hide it that was a pretty good place, wasn’t it? And—why, look here, Jack, maybe these fellows is the ones that stole the money from your father!”