On the sidewalk they paused irresolutely.
“You take it over to her,” said Chub to Dick, holding forth the key. But Dick shrank away from it.
“Not me!” he cried. “I never could make her hear!”
“Look here,” said Roy, “why not keep the key ourselves? It isn’t likely that Mrs. Peel will be back before to-morrow. We can come over early in the morning and open up again.”
“Of course,” Harry agreed. “And we’ll leave a note on the door in case she should come.”
So the note was written and pinned up, and they started back to the boat.
“Do you think,” asked Harry, uneasily, when they were climbing the hill, “that it’s quite safe to leave all that money in the store over night? There’s over twenty dollars.”
Chub waved the key under her nose.
“But some one might break in,” she insisted.