Part 32 (1/2)

John Ellison s.n.a.t.c.hed at these and quickly unfolded them. But they read disappointment for him. They were nothing more than a lot of receipted bills, for supplies brought to the miller. Then they counted the coin.

There was a dollar and eighty odd cents in cash.

Tim Reardon was elated enough, and evidently thought the discovery justified any amount of laborious searching; but the faces of John Ellison and Henry Burns were eloquent of disappointment.

”Too bad, John,” remarked Henry Burns, putting his hand on the other's shoulder. ”I thought we'd struck it at last. Want to hunt any more?”

John Ellison shook his head. ”I've got enough,” he said. ”I give it up.

We've looked everywhere I can think of.”

”And who gets the money?” inquired Tim, eagerly.

”I don't know,” replied John Ellison, ”and I don't care much. But I don't know as we've got any right to it--though these bills aren't Witham's, and I suppose the money isn't. The mill is his now, and I guess we haven't any right to come in here and take this.”

”Well,” suggested Henry Burns, ”why not ask Witham about it?”

”Ask Witham!” exclaimed John Ellison. ”I won't. I don't want ever to speak to him again. You can, though, if you want to.”

”All right,” said Henry Burns. ”I'll ask him. And I'll get the money for you.”

”I don't want it,” exclaimed John Ellison, whose disappointment was evident in his tone of bitterness. ”Give it to Tim--if you get it.”

”All right,” said Henry Burns.

Tim's eyes twinkled.

It was evening of the following day, and Colonel Witham sat on the porch of the Half Way House, smoking his pipe. It had been a puzzling day for him, and he was thinking it over. Going through the mill, along in the afternoon, he had come upon an extraordinary looking object in the garret--an old wash-boiler, inverted, with a resined cord running from the bottom of it up to a beam. And near by lay a sort of bow, strung with horse-hair.

What on earth could that be, and how had it come there? Colonel Witham, at first, had thought it might be some sort of an infernal machine, put there to destroy the mill. But he had investigated, cautiously, and demonstrated its harmlessness. And about the floor were a few half burned matches. Somebody had been in the mill. A faint perception began to dawn upon him, as the day pa.s.sed, that it might have been the boys; but he couldn't wholly figure it out, and it bothered him not a little.

He thought of notifying the police--but he didn't want them hunting about the mill--or anybody else. The best thing, he decided, was to keep quiet, and watch out sharper than ever.

He was not in a friendly mood, therefore, when, gazing down the road, he espied Henry Burns approaching on a bicycle, followed closely by Jack Harvey and Tim Reardon. Moreover, his suspicions were aroused. He was somewhat surprised, however, when the boys dismounted at a little distance, leaned their wheels against some bushes and approached the porch.

Greater still was the colonel's surprise--indeed, he was fairly taken aback--when Henry Burns, having bade him good-evening, broached his subject abruptly, without any preliminaries.

”Colonel Witham,” said Henry Burns, coolly, ”we were up in the mill last night.”

The colonel's eyes stuck out, and he glared at Henry Burns with mingled astonishment and wrath.

”Eh, what's that?” he exclaimed, ”you were in my mill! Why, you young rascals, don't you know I could have you all arrested as burglars?”

”No,” replied Henry Burns, ”we didn't go to take anything of yours. We were after some papers that belonged to John Ellison's father. We weren't going to keep them either, if we found them; just turn them over to Lawyer Estes.”

”Well, then, it was trespa.s.s,” cried Colonel Witham, wrathfully. ”Who told you there were papers in the mill. Lawyer Estes didn't--he knows better.”

”No,” replied Henry Burns, ”but you told the fortune-teller so.”

”I didn't say that,” bellowed Colonel Witham, rising from his chair. But it was plain the suggestion of the fortune-teller worried him. ”What did you do in there?” he added. ”If you did any harm, you'll suffer for it.”