"He will steal my money!" ejaculated Tarbox in dismay. "There's between three and four hundred dollars hidden there."
"Rather a queer savings bank, Mr. Tarbox!" said Anak, dryly.
CHAPTER XXI.
CATCHING A BURGLAR.
Carden had not the least suspicion that he was observed. The Tarbox farm-house stood rather aloof from the village, and the barn, as we have already stated, was at some distance from the house. He worked away calmly, feeling that there was no danger of his being interfered with.
At last he reached the box, and stooping lifted it complacently.
Mr. Tarbox became very much agitated when he saw his hoard in the possession of the burglar.
"Can't we get at him?" he asked of Anak in an agitated whisper.
"No," whispered Anak. "Our best plan is to wait for him, and seize him as he leaves the barn."