“I suppose Si Hopkins is back of you?” said the aged farmer.
“He is,” Andy replied.
“Speaking of money,” said Joy, after they had discussed the reasons for the land agent’s removal, “did you think to dig up the tin can when you cleared out the camp, Phil?”
“Nobody was talking of money,” returned the boy, frowning. But his attempt to put off the question was futile, for Margie and Sallie badgered him about burying his money, and then, as he showed no signs of going to dig up the can, his younger sister declared she would.
“It’s no use,” he growled. “The men who wrote the warning dug it up.”
“You mean you’ve been robbed?” gasped Sallie.
“Yes.”
“Of how much?”
“A hundred dollars.”
“How much have you left?”