No one knew, and no one knows to this day. The cadets returned to their tents, discussing the curious situation, and in a few minutes more the camp had settled into its customary stillness.
CHAPTER XIII.
WATCHING THE TREASURE.
“Any news yet?”
“Nothing. I guess they’re waiting till night to move it.”
“Do you suppose they knew the burglars were after it last night?”
“No, I don’t. They haven’t the least idea of it, I’m sure. I heard Bull Harris talking about it this afternoon.”
The Seven were waiting for a summons to drill, and sitting in one of the tents of the summer encampment. The cadet who was answering the questions was Mark. He had just entered the tent as the conversation before mentioned began.
“Bull Harris will never get that treasure away from us,” he continued. “That is, not unless he has more sense than I think he has. Bull is busy all day, nearly the same as we; so I think he’ll try to move it at night. We can watch him then, and stand a fair show to get it back. You see it was only night before last that he stole it from our cave, and I think he’s pretty sure we haven’t found it out yet. We’ve been careful not to awaken any suspicions.”
“Keerful!” echoed Texas. “Pshaw! I don’t see whar the keerful part is. We stole over thar to the hotel last night an’ went up to the room and tried to run off with it. An’ ef somebody hadn’t a seen us, we’d a had it, too.”