“No, sonny,” replied Tom. “My thoughts are not as your thoughts, always on the gross material, but—” Going to the door, he called Jim into the room. Then, after a look into the saloon, closed the door.
“Hist!” whispered Jo. “The plot thickens.”
“What is it now, Tom?” asked Jim.
“I think”—began Tom, in a low tone.
“You said that before,” interrupted Jo. “But I don’t believe it.”
“That it would be a good plan,” continued Tom, “to hide the chart in some safe place.”
“Not half a bad idea, don’t you know,” drawled Jo, “but where is that safe place?”
“I have an idea,” went on Tom.
“Clutch it before it gets away,” advised Jo.