“I wonder if that is the real reason. Did you get all the pay that Mr. Halsey promised you?”
“Not yet,” said Rufus, “but I will have it pretty soon. What are you laughing at!” he demanded abruptly as he turned toward the boys who were all manifestly enjoying the scene.
“We’re laughing to think that Halsey gave up his goods rather than take a chance of an arrest. Of course he did not know that we had them. By the way, Mr. Button, do you think it is right for us to take them?”
“Right! Why not?” demanded Mr. Button.
“Why, they aren’t ours.”
“That is true. They belong to the United States, or will very soon.”
“But you took them on Canadian soil.”
“Did I take them?” inquired Mr. Button smiling as he spoke.
“No, we took them,” acknowledged Fred. “Perhaps we’ll get into trouble.”
“You need have no fear of that. They were simply confiscated on one side of the line instead of on the other and really this man Halsey has no just claim to them.”