The flap of the tent was up, and the
boy could see for some distance into the interior.
Trunks and boxes were open, their contents scattered about the floor.
A figure lay still on the floor, as if asleep. Jimmie could not see
the face, but from the size and expression of the shoulders he
imagined it to be Dode.
Oliver was not to be seen. Then, while the boy watched, with a
premonition of approaching evil in his mind, he saw two men move out
into the center of the tent. They were looking through handfuls of
papers, or pictures, or something similar. Jimmie could not determine
at that distance just what they were carrying.
"Look here, Frank," the boy said, "just take a look at the tent."
Not a word to arouse the interest of the prisoner was said. Frank
looked and handed the glass back to his chum. Jimmie knew what his
chum feared as well as if he had put that fear into words. Bradley
was smiling calmly.
"They have raided the tent!" Jimmie whispered, and Frank nodded.
"And they are destroying our plates and prints," Jimmie went on, "and
so we'd better be getting down there to see about it."
CHAPTER XIX
NED PLAYS THE MIND-READER
Jack stood in the little cabin in the valley and looked Ned
expectantly in the face.
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