"It seems," he went on, "that the counterfeiters blame us for what
took place last night, and want us to leave the district. If we do
they will send the boy out to us unharmed, at least that is what they
promise."
"I don't see how they can blame you for the trouble of last night,"
Bradley said, and Ned caught a tone of irony in his voice.
"That's what I can't see," Ned went on, "but it seems that they do."
"And so they have ordered you out of the hills?" asked Bradley.
"That's too bad, just as we were getting well acquainted. But, then,
you don't have to go!"
"I think we'll go," Ned replied. "There are other localities where we
can take pictures, and we can't afford to take any chances on the boy
being injured."
"Sorry to have you go," Bradley remarked, "but that may be the wisest
course."
"We think so," Ned replied. "Anyway, we're going day after to-morrow,
in time to meet Jimmie at Cumberland. I think we can get packed up
and out by that time."
"Shall we see you again before you go?" asked the old lady,
anxiously.
"Oh, I presume so. I am going now to leave a note in the cave, saying
that we are going out, and then on to camp."
When the boys stepped outside the cabin the old lady followed as far
as the threshold standing with her gray head outside.
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