Dick fumbled in his pocket for a handkerchief. When he drew it out, a bit of crumpled newspaper came with it.
"Ah," muttered Dick, picking up the bit of paper, "maybe Carl will have some luck. He unwrapped that little parcel Yamousa gave you as we were leaving the bayou. What do you think we found in it?"
"A rabbit's foot?"
"No, a dried frog! Carl, before he started away in the express wagon, put the frog in his pocket. He said he'd try it out before he turned it over to you. If we're right in thinking that Bangs is playing a treacherous game, then Carl will have plenty of chance to find out what the charm is good for."
"We've got to be doing something, Dick," said Matt. "We can't hang around and wait for the dried frog to help Carl."
"We might slant away and look up that expressman," returned Dick. "He could probably tell us where he took Carl, and Bangs, and the box."
"A good tip!" exclaimed Matt. "We'll go on a still hunt for the expressman."
After reassuring himself that the Hawk would be safely looked after by the watchman, Matt and Dick left the docks and began hunting for the man who had been hired by Bangs to take the iron chest into the town.