“Not me!” he cried. “I never could make her hear!”
“Look here,” said Roy, “why not keep the key ourselves? It isn’t likely that Mrs. Peel will be back before to-morrow. We can come over early in the morning and open up again.”
“Of course,” Harry agreed. “And we’ll leave a note on the door in case she should come.”
So the note was written and pinned up, and they started back to the boat.
“Do you think,” asked Harry, uneasily, when they were climbing the hill, “that it’s quite safe to leave all that money in the store over night? There’s over twenty dollars.”
Chub waved the key under her nose.
“But some one might break in,” she insisted.
“Shucks! Don’t you worry, Harry; I’ll wager there hasn’t been a robbery around here since the place was started.”
“You don’t know, Chub. Does he?” she appealed to the others. “If that money should be stolen, you’ll have to make it good.”
“Me?” asked Chub. “Certainly. I’ll make it good. That’s one of the easy things I do. I hereby place myself under a thirteen-dollar bond.”
